ophelia

One of my very few works which is not based on real life. At least, that's my thinking. Dedicated to Darkgurl.

From early afternoon, I stood upon the sacred earth

where first we'd met, so many hidden moons ago.

The warm breeze carried slightest taste

of sea foam to my lips

as my eyes searched out horizons for us

to someday share.

 

From twilight's silent stealth approach,

the air then slowly cooling

I shifted in my solitary

sandalled apprehension,

waiting and watching and hoping and longing

shadows came to greet me and to

whisper words of solace.

And yet she had not come.

 

BY midnight's moon, I turned to leave

alone as when I'd first arrived.

Where could she be? This hour late,

my leaden heart within me sank

and hope and dreams flew off on

tattered sails.

 

How could I know - how could I know?

She waited for me, far below,

her Spring white dress in billows spreading ,

her soft black hair caressed by waves,

the rocky shore now stained magenta

stained with smears of hope and love.

 

all my future years and moments

dashed upon the shores of grief.

Had I but known this very night,

I would have joined her sooner, yet

the ticket to our last reunion

rests cold weight in my right hand.

 

 

 

Reviews

[fireblossom]

Wonderful Julian. Well crafted and mystical in tone.

How could I know - how could I know?
She waited for me, far below,
her Spring white dress in billows spreading ,
her soft black hair caressed by waves,
the rocky shore now stained magenta
stained with smears of hope and love.

Brilliant vision.

[Gandré]

the character had a sad soul. it is catharsis, it's not epiphany, it lost its confidence, its drive. the optimism has evaporated. the online community is our own enemy, because there is no humor, no optimism, we follow just our own importance and encourage each other with this shocking vulnerability. it is, as though all there is left are our memories. you wrote this wonderfully.

[Me]

I dig your style mate.

[cest la vie]

I happened across this wonderful poem, only to find out you are leaving..
I am saddened to not have the opportunity to read more of your pieces.
This is a beautifully crafted poem.

[J.P. Bristow]

I am sad to see you go.....I have just returned from a break and your words will be much missed. This is art.

[the nothing]

this is a great story it has one of those fillings as if it were back in shakespher's time *i have horrible spelling sorry*

[Clockwork]

Very well written. Your images are full of feeling, and are very sharp. Tge twist that the piece takes at the end is amazing, I greatly enjoyed your words.

[Pamela A. Lamppa]

"BY midnight's moon, I turned to leave
alone as when I'd first arrived."

These lines hit the emotions hard and carry you on to next lines, though lonely, they request one to hope, only to find there is none. It is the tragic love story of finally having an opportunity to meet up with THE ONE again, the one who held on, just a bit, over years of distance, change and living.

and to have that hope dashed so quickly away... The ultimate tragedy that reminds us how truly frail we are.

Excellent poetry. ~Pamela

[Barbary Chaapel]

Ophelia, the name holds such drama as does your poem. I read so many
lines here that are pure soul and longing, some so tragic:

"...How could I know - how could I know?

She waited for me, far below,..."

You always give the reader pause to sigh and think, dear Julian.

[ExuberantWriter]

Beautiful gem, Julian. Reads like a love poem by Poe (I mean this in a complimentary way, of course!)...such craft and dynamic emotive beauty. Stunning.