this poem is written about mourning ophelia from hamlet! i wrote it both from the perspective of laertes and hamlet, so i’d love if people would comment who they see more :)
The Wind is Gone Now
The flowers she once picked
Wilted beneath the ground
A grave the river digs
I hope her peace is found
When she gave her last breath
The wind sighed with her
The moon cried for her death
The sun made her voice heard
Like a vice, she grips me
Holds my soul prisoner
Gone are flowers and trees
They’re busy mourning her
Forgive me dear, I plead
For now I see her woe
I would fulfill her needs
But instead, there she goes
No more wooshing of wind
The world is silent now
My prospects now are dim
I must move on, but how?
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Roaa Abaza, Into Womanhood, Through You
[Text ID: “For Ophelia doesn’t know / how to stay tender / with that much blood / in her mouth.”]
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ophelia by john everett millais/ kate bush "the ninth wave"
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Ophelia thinks that love is claustrophobic.
It will squeeze her smaller until she's gone.
— Kala Godin, Witchcraft and Monsters: A Poetry Collection, (2018)
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and the sound of silence
wrapped me up
in a cold embrace.
Chiarelli Lidia, "Ophelia"
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‘Her tender touch was all but a dream;
Unfurl sweet rosebud, holding morning dew,
By night the rose is gilded by frost’s gleam
What dawn proposes, dusk demeans’
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Amidst flowers adrift, Ophelia's descent,
Echoes of sorrow in nature's lament,
Silent river whispers, a tragic bide,
Fate's cruel embrace in the watery tide.
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