Poetry: River Waltz

River Waltz

The river stayed happy when the others were splattered with the blood of a face splayed out on an Oxford street.

The river heard the words that would later make readers gasp,

but didn’t let on that it knew or that it wouldn’t warn us.

The river brought confidants and confidence,

rum and coke from a mile away and the man whose accent matched his smile;

“The bats want me to join them.”

The river was a warning but couldn’t foreshadow la morte. It anticipated caution, hated its place as a symbol

like crows in the Stonehenge fog.

The river held the gothicism of Usher

with Catherine and Ann, patiently awaiting its day.

The river stayed happy

despite all the pain.

Juliette Sebock is the author of Mistakes Were Made and has work forthcoming or appearing in a wide variety of publications. She is the founding editor of Nightingale & Sparrow and runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste. Currently, she is curating the Stanzas from the Silence anthology project and working on an array of personal and freelance projects. When she isn't writing (and sometimes when she is), Juliette can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz. Visit her website here, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Amazon.