Jellyfish
Emily Shearer
Their tentacles trailing so far
out behind them
or ahead, tendons of murky
starlight, muscles like vaginas giving birth
to all that water. Nothing rhymes
with woman. So many words
rhyme with God.
Emily Shearer teaches Yoga for Writers and practices persistence outside Houston, TX. Her poems have been nominated for a Pushcart, shortlisted for the Janet B. McCabe Poetry Prize, awarded the University of Houston Robertson Prize (runner-up) and published in Ruminate, the bookends review, Crow Hollow Books, The Tishman Review, stirring, and All We Can Hold: poems about motherhood, among others, including the inaugural issue of Minerva Rising, where she now serves as Poetry Editor and Associate Book Developer. She has been known to swear like a trucker, bake like an angel, dance on tables, and blog about it at https://www.bohemilywrites.net.