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  • Persona Poem of the Shakespearean Witchnurse in a Winter's Tale
  • Elizabeth Upshur (bio)

I think but of Apollo, his sunnedvisage bright as second winter stars togaze upon, methinks my queen was his trueequal a like as like to God enthroneed.O even as the fair and gentleDian beside her too as sweet maidenness can boast was she, were she, will she beif these lips, cold as frost did melt undermine then, my own earnest embrace, lips tolips, anon buried we her corpse all invelvet thick as her beauteous rust maneHow like Persephone she lay as one dead, yethope I ere some livered strength such as menmay claim, is hers to the hilt and like afalcon, held on Deaths dark gloved handshe might rise to behold her castle keep. [End Page 79]

Elizabeth Upshur

Elizabeth Upshur is a Black Southern storyteller, the Associate Poetry Editor for Okay Donkey Mag, and a Fulbright alumna. Her work can be found in Augur, Pretty Owl Poetry, and Red Mud Review. She is the inaugural winner of the Brown Sugar Lit Mag prize and recent Gigantic Sequins flash fiction winner. She tweets @Lizzy5by5.



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