Love Letters

by K.R. Copeland
The Waters
Honorable Mention, January 2020
Judged by R.T. Castleberry


Amherst, with your silent “h”,
where the Chickwolopp once
ambled

I’ve held your hand, and stroked
your face, I’ve flower plucked,
herb sampled.

You’ve come to me,
weep willowed, gowned;
well read, red head, cum laude

and I’ve renamed you Emily
each letter said out-loudly.


An amusingly succinct letter of love to Emily Dickinson. --R.T. Castleberry