Ophelia

Musik: Whiplash - Little Fish
Kleiden: Emo trousers, hippy top, spotty socks
Filme: As before
Buchen: As before

Second post in two days! Something's afoot. CREATIVE EXPLOSIONS! I hope, anyway.

Yesterday I went to see a performance of Hamlet at the Crucible theatre in Sheffield, with John Simms as Hamlet. So, my inspiration for this poem is somewhat obvious. And, yes, it is cliched that I would choose to write about Ophelia of all the characters and I cannot claim that this poem is anything other than cliched. It's pretty enough, though.

Ophelia

What say you of this?
My love that is soft, silent and like the whispers upon a breeze that has fallen swiftly from the heavens,
Your love which knows only the occasional spark, like a splint lit in vain for it hath nought to light upon,
What say you of this?
This ill-fated match of the harsh baking sun and the temperamental moon,
Do I burn thee?
For it is certain that I am frozen whereby the volume of your affection.
And yet, I cling to thee;
Warm my hands upon your frail candle light.
Oh, but my love scalds your very skin and so you turn away from it…
It is unbearable to you as are the burning fires of Hades.
Do I send thee to hell?
Then, good. Then, all is well.
I weep, I weep, I weep for thee,
Blinded by my tears; I can no longer see.
Oh, why is it that thou doth toy with me?
Make false fancy rest upon a frail foundation of fondness;
Fondness and only this…a sweet kiss, your sweet, sweet kiss.
I drown within my tears,
After all these years and years-
Yes, let me drown within my tears.
Let me sing till my last breath!
As I sing, I welcome death…