Sarah Gemmill

 

Sarah Gemmill Knutzen grew up in Frankfurt, Germany and Sylvania, Ohio.  As a lawyer, she worked with indigent clients and has facilitated the formation of a care network serving families affected by AIDS.  A hockey mom who actually plays hockey, she lives in Winchester, Massachusetts with her husband and three children.  Her stories and poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Salamander, The Cream City Review, The Hiram Poetry Review and The Massachusetts Review.  She is currently working on a novel.



 

 

 


 


 

Sarah Gemmill

 

On a Mother Dead in Childbirth

You who have not regarded the softness

Of rude weather, arrive. Make your bed.

You shall conceive by your spleen and flower.

Be advised: observe how, at ease, the bitch gives birth.

Where roads conjoin, divide yourself equally

And multiply little sorrows in a room.

(The vessel wonders at this salutation.

She has attained a husband, his command and flense.)

 

You must be willing to commit to a weekly schedule.

When midwives arrive with paper in reams,

Your son will be cauled, and the caul gathered.

But first receive your fists of soil and bury.

All times are subject to change as needed.

There will be no drowning of sailors at sea.