Ophelia
written by: Dawn Pisturino
Ophelia leans over the balcony
In Juliet-like display,
Contemplating the courtyard below
And listening for the sounds of her beloved.
“Hamlet! What keeps you away
And too preoccupied to see your lady love,
Your poor impatient Ophelia?
Am I not worthy of your attention, too?
Forget the madness of your father’s death
And come to me!” Silence responds,
And Ophelia’s eyes glisten with tears.
Perhaps her father is right. If Hamlet’s
Affections are untrustworthy—
If he merely approaches her in jest—
Far better to die a tragic death
Than become the butt of court hilarity.
Her heart twists and turns with painful
Realizations and doubts. She must get away
And escape the constant scrutiny
Of father, brother, and royal gossip.
She will not marry anyone but Hamlet!
She runs from the castle, seeking clarity
In the running river.
She fills her arms with rue
And plunges into the rushing water,
Washing away all doubts and fear.
But a moment’s breathless distress,
And peace is hers at last.
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