Heave the meadow roses blooming,
falling to the summer floor;
Leaves once sunlight ground to shadow,
winds of honey blow no more.
Watery grave accept this lost love,
once with wines and dances brimming;
now missing kisses but singe within her,
the light, my unloved one, is dimming.
Virtue lost with hopes of springtime,
Cupid once struck the heart so pure;
Orphaned and kingdom burnt to ashes,
but broken most cruelly the innocent core.
Tears could fill the sea, my widow,
tears for you could fill the skies;
for all loves who once and never loved you,
for a madness masking fear with lies.
Whispered, “sad the price of laureled splendor,
come yea’ cool and blessed sleep;
cease play all banshees and come and hither,
adding souls to this murky pond o’ deep”.
Yes, all lost souls that now do wander,
come and welcome a soul of new;
to this blackened lake of sorrow,
formed of vows no longer true.
Now the pride of summer fallen,
come the cool of dusk at last;
death by water seems the better,
than the little deaths of past.
Ophelia's Last Song (Mini-Opus, Part 2)
An Ode to yet another of Shakespeare’s beautiful, doomed goddesses. If any soul of Shakespeare’s was phantasmagorical of nature and in death, it was Ophelia.
(Moderate-Opus, Part 1)
Patricia Knowles, 8 months ago
Love it….....again congratulations on your work
MrsO, 7 months ago
I feel your wording of your phantasmagorical ophelia unites with my painting of my beautiful dreamlike ophelia…in rivers they meet.
Hilton Briscoe, 7 months ago
wow… i f*ing love it
angelfyre, 28 days ago
Cool G….it rhymes sorry I have no sense of tact right now. I have gone all night with sleep and have patiently awaited YOUR critique of my novel…I get it…you have a VERY busy life…
But seriously and i wasn’t kidding when I told you that YOUR comments were the ones that meant the most to me…but I’ve heard along the grapevine…from many sources G. that you are notorious for playing the “disappearing-reappearing when convenient” Like I said, lack of sleep and wow I just re-read it and it’s rude…I know, but I am frustrated because I cannot get past this certain spot…and could use your smarts…but you’ve told me, every time we’ve talked….how INCREDIBLY BUSY YOU ARE…And that makes me feel just guilty for bothering you…BTW- I LOVE TO MAKE SCENES…WHICH IS WHY THIS IS SOOOO PUBLIC AND JUST…Yeah…
OH AND ANOTHER critque… For someone who is outwardly Gay at least on the net…I know nothing of your real life…, you seem like a typical American guy…always infatuated with the delicate easy to “psychotically” break women, the ones who need a “BIG STRONG MAN” to take care of them. Every guy I’ve known to take a liking to Hamlet argues about poor Ophelia but to the opposite credit every woman argues the side of Hamlet…I am bizarre I chose Polonius…Do think him devious…a Prophet a person who set things in motion…or just an idiot who was just a pawn in this game like everyone else…BTW- you can tell I have no sympathy for girls lIke Ophelia I like Kat…you know the play MAYBE…and I like Viola…I LOVE SHAKESPEARE “He and I are…INVOLVED” lo quote a cheesy teen movie. Sigh okay I am done with my emtional diatribe