Ophelia

accursed by ardor
withered,
never culled
from her sweet vine,
she acquiesced
her ache, for Hamlet's
ever afflicted mind.

his avarice
voracious,
his fixation ever vile,
allege
incarnate she,
imbued
with feminine denial.

undesirable
indigent
alone she stood
deride,
destitute and agonized
by tragic love's demise.

instead
impaled innocent,
virginity's
indentured slave, lies
interred amongst the lilies,
infatuations
aquatic grave.

awash with somber solitude
in still waters
does she lie,
succumbed alas,
to lunacy;
immortalities
insane bride.

Inspired in part by Cubbys satirical take off on Shakespeare,
To Scratch or not to Scratch.
Posted for Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo prompt #writephoto

20 thoughts on “Ophelia

  1. That is something else,Violet. Meaningful words – so effective. Thank you. I ‘did’ “Hamlet” late in life, when I took my English Lit .exam, aged 63….Now it’s in my mind for the day. I loved it! x

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