Big Sandy River, She Rises | poetry by Megan Lynn Wilkinson

Big Sandy River, She Rises
                      Prestonsburg, 1958 

In the murk  
of my girlhood roo
let your thoughts swim
no longer. 
Replace them  
with these  
dribbling words 
under yonder river’s  
lull. Come Mama 
to where I dream  
up goldenrods 
and drift.  
Make our bed 
of rushed 
water. Sink 
your tired toes 
into the coal 
slurried silt 
which mudded 
that heavy morning 
into my winter 
dress, the one  
you made, found 
to hug my body 
the one  
you made, until  
I was not  
frightened, not lost. 
your tired lungs  
in Big Sandy 
and I’ll breathe  
for you again.

Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram

Megan Lynn Wilkinson is a poet, writing teacher, and cultural enthusiast from Ocean Springs, Mississippi. In her endeavors to convey humanity through language, she considers ideas of womanhood as they relate to environment, empowerment, and generational progression. Her poetry has appeared in Coastlines, Sheepshead Review, and Soliloquies Anthology.