Ophelia weeps what she cannot keep and casts herself into the black night waters.Tis no sleep; her sanity, he reapedfrom the fair and vestal virgin daughter.Sodden, she sinks in dirge-filled ink, bleeding her bitter rue. She resurrects her madness in reed-blown grimness; like a Loon’s song beneath a winter’s moon.  Sonorous, it sings, lilting and looming, it bringsa sting upon Hamlet’s ramparts.In death, she speaks.By the sword, she sweepsthe […]

Good Mourning Ophelia – Trisha Leigh Shufelt