Ophelia's Prospects

In mind of summer fields and garments of lilies

worn, stroking like gossamer and

pressing pale, wan and tender and

bringing blush to her cheeks like rising streaks

of scarlet across the sky.

Ribboned gaze of sunshine's rays

chasing the coquettish roses who

lift their leaves and sway on stems;

her own limber legs loose

- folded - far - running free with arms held

above to catch hold on to doves and fly

forth with.

Love's regret and solace of sickness

too reaps its tender bloom upon her heart,

and thrown back and forth in

heartbreak's hale, she seeks to seal death's kiss.

So-

Perpetrator of opportunity arisen with willow's branch,

clambered over brook and up to bough

to spread weight, full framed grace,

fingers trembling like rye in the wind toward

the sun whose embrace could kill,

and in fate's tumbling turn, the cradle

creaks and collapses, letting her loose

and down she falls, hair free from grips and

now in the rivulet her body lays.

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

This is excellent. I love the way you worded this poem. Talented for sure.