Daughters, spring – Arlyn LaBelle

Without mirth or mercy,
the field before us roars
with laughter, as if we
cannot pluck their heads,
weave their spines
into crowns. Their reeds
cannot snap our knees
if they do not bow.

Arlyn LaBelleArlyn LaBelle is a poet and flash fiction writer living in Austin, Texas. Her work has appeared multiple times in the Badgerdog summer anthologies as well as The Blue Hour, LAROLA, JONAH Magazine, North of Oxford, The Oddville Press, Songs of Eretz, Grey Sparrow Press, Cease, Cows and The Southern Poetry Review.