Dearest Ophelia:
Daughter of the murdered man
Sister of the murdered man
Lover the man who murdered your men
This is an ode to your fictitious life
Ophelia, my love, you are divine
Oceanic and loving, you are the blessed petals
Of a plucked flower in hopes of a fortune
Irrational, eccentric,
Your whims
Become the whims of others
The ickle darling
Who needs help most
Dying a death so jarring
Sinking, sinking, thinking
Into the murky depths unknown
By the Queen’s words not shown
By rue,
By rosemary,
By fennel,
By pansy,
By columbine,
By regret,
By remembrance,
By foolishness, flattery, and adultery,
By love,
By faith and hope
Her judgement most bitter-hearted
Her judgement most secretive and dry
Her judgement most sweet-scented
Lost to a fit of laughter
By the maiden’s wit
Her act comes to a close
With mermaid-like prose