11.12.2009  

Floating (Ophelia) 

The shovels pave my bones to dust  

Madness dances, stomping at my breast  

Kicking and heeling sifted sod  

Digging ever so but for not

There lies no room for you Laertes

Dear brother, is it for my name you fought?  

One is stretched upon my grave  

Tettering on the mark, consumed by guilt  

Smoothing the etching with quivering tears  

Hamlet, how will you miss me now?  

If you had only honoured me so from above  

I would still be in your arms  

There is only room for one  

Mother Gertrude’s honeyed tongue  

Poisons fertile soil, expecting  

I should spring forth fully  

Conceived from the ground  

Sententious Father, protecting me so  

You too had your strut upon the stage  

And curried your curtain call  

Could you remove the veil and see the glory  

Of a daughter’s independent face?  

There is only room for one  

And deep in heart’s chamber  

Flowing free from Rue  

Free from Sadness hidden deep  

I dreamed a dream  

But that dream is no more  

The water runs its fingers across the rocks  

Like a Harp, I am fingered along its muffled song  

Tickled by Downy's wisp  

Among nubile petals lily-white  

Floating in Death’s cradle;  

Swaddling my only true love  

Alas floating  

As there is only room for one