Ophelia lies in her watery grace,
The beautiful flower of this wretched place,
In a poisoned castle mopes a poisoned prince,
Wedding and funeral,
Haven't seen him since,
Ophelia waits out her
Lover's pain,
But there is all to lose,
And nothing to gain.
Ophelia lies in her watery place,
Contaminated by madness,
Beauty gone to waste.
In a miserable tower our miserable lord is trapped
On a suicidal road his infected mind has mapped,
Ophelia waits out her
Lover's pain,
But there is all to lose,
And nothing to gain.
Ophelia lies in her watery bed,
All sense gone,
Insanity left in its stead.
In a bitter palace our bitter prince plots
Our sick twisted story of paradise lost,
Ophelia waits out her
Lover's pain,
But there is all to lose,
And nothing to gain
Ophelia lies in her watery grave,
In Hamlet's bittersweet gamble,
Ophelia's life was staked.
In a poisoned place our poisoned prince will die,
But Ophelia cannot weep as the dead do not cry.
Ophelia waited out her
Lover's pain,
But now there is nothing to lose,
And nothing to gain.
1 comment:
Lady Solitaire:
That second verse about Ophelia is so good!
Very ordered, very proper.
And that line - and that thought - about "waiting out her lover's pain".
We can't even wait out our own pain without too much damage.
Ophelia is a Shakespearean heroine very amenable to poetry.
(There is an interesting feminist book called Reviving Ophelia by Mary Pipher. It has the authentic voices of girls and women, all ringing out).
Of course, pain tells you something is wrong, and without it we would be dead.
Arthur Rimbaud wrote out an excellent poem about Ophelia.
(And another watery heroine I like to think of is probably Elaine in Tennyson's poem).
It was great to "meet" Ophelia through your pen.
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