Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Ofellia

Ophelia fell.
Awful. Offal.

Without a Hamlet
Without a Home
Only water.

Lover’s liver and posies
Liar’s lips and ham
Let the vulture sparrow—

Good night, sweet Prince,
Of me you’re rinsed.
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2 comments:

  1. angecanSeptember 5, 2009 at 3:07 PM

    Again, killer couplet at the end.

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  2. Ronnie CSeptember 6, 2009 at 10:27 AM

    Thanks!!! (I struggled with how to phrase the very last line.)

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