Ophelia

What was it you saw in the water?

As you stared into its depths,

As you watched the smooth ripple

Of it’s surface.

Serenity?

 

‘Too much of water

Hast thou poor Ophelia’

Your petal lips

Kissed the surface

Hair like fine gold strands

Undulating softly

With the current.

You didn’t even try.

(‘Incapable of your own

Distress’)

 

What did you see in your lovers eyes?

Beneath the madness

Was there love?

Or indifference?

Did he even see you?

 

You lay in that

Weeping brook

And sang

‘Like a creature native unto

That element’

Driven mad, or tranquil

By your tragic love

 

‘Till your garments,

Heavy with their drink

Pulled you to your muddy death’

Where you lay

With parted lips and

Flowers still in your hair

 

‘Drowned, drowned.’