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For Love of Ophelia

By J Ann Crowder

Ophelia,
infamous, painted maiden of history's tragic tales; most clear cheeked maiden
 
Fair,
by her ebony hair and chiseled brow; her plushness and dewy lips
 
Delightful,
in her dreams; eternally, her stars wished upon
 
Enshrined,
within her love mangled song—struck on harping chords, forever singing
 
Like,
dreary notes pleaded by a Sicilian princess on belling-tolls of love true
 
“Get me to the Arno; thrust me in!” by the mouth of the Ligurian Sea
 
Her echoed words prayed
 
Such lovely a maiden, pure
 
If she drowned, what would be?
 
Stars, thus wished on, would sink to the bottom of deep blues beneath glowing, Tuscany hills
 
Tormentings would ensue amid the splash, beneath crushing torrents
 
And thus would heaving songs evermore belt on sung-streaming hues above, CRYING!
 
'e mi tormento!’ on strings of 'bello, bello’
 
Ophelia, beauty young and fair, such was her fate

I really like the character of Ophelia. I have a Waterhouse painting of her in my house. I also love the song, "O Mio Babino Caro." These two tragic tales are similar, and beautiful. Written June 3rd, 2016.

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