Ellie Black is originally from Arkansas. She currently works as a poetry reader at the Adroit Journal and an Associate Editor for Sibling Rivalry Press. Her work can be found in or is forthcoming from Best New Poets 2018, DIAGRAM, Split Lip Magazine, Crab Fat Magazine, and elsewhere; she was recently a semifinalist for the Adroit Prizes in Poetry. In the fall, she’ll begin her MFA in poetry at the University of Mississippi.




Also by Ellie Black: Two Poems Two Poems


Ellie Black

Ariel Redux

“I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.” — Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus” How many bodies settle to the bottom of the sea? No more of this jettison burial: I have died the way I like and surfaced once again. This time, with tail. This time, with teeth as well as scale—I inhale, I reach my arms out into glittering air above, to match below. The sheen of wet becomes me, I admit, now I cannot sink. I do not think either that I will sing to any man, although that too befits the laying-rock, the fairy tale into which I have longed to dissolve, foam bubbling out over sand and stone. I could have come out flutter-winged, resigned to breathless flight. Golden instead of green. But the life as yet unlived no longer thrills. Now when a crew of men looks out at dawn’s bloody horizon to see my delicate hands, my damp, red hair rising slowly through the sea’s veneer, I bare my teeth, silent, and regret only that a steed cannot bear a body without feet.


In “Ariel Redux,” Sylvia Plath comes back to life as a mermaid. I once read that Plath loved Hans Christian Andersen’s “The Little Mermaid,” and this poem imagines that if, like Lady Lazarus, she could return, she’d have some control over the circumstances. Obviously, I’m no Plath, but I figured the best way to write this poem was to attempt to match her voice — her rhyme and meter, her sarcasm and vulnerability — as closely as I could. The poem belongs to a larger project focusing on famous women; the title refers to the Disney movie as well as Plath’s “Ariel.”



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