Ophelia by Odilon Redon
Sleeping young face melting in
Some oasis rain puddle
Some random fallen leaves
The relentless sun
The last light
Burns the cursed moment
Magpie Tales #124
Poetry Pantry #105
NOTE: For those who think I have re-invented the Ophelia story, I have not.
Instead, I looked at Redon's image and thought he seemed to capture the shape of a rain puddle.
And that's where my idea began.
As if, like a mirage, (my opening word) the innocent face of Ophelia appears in the rain puddle.
Like a brief, legendary moment has surfaced, re-incarnating her final moments, until the sun dries up the puddle, and she is gone once again.
Ophelia's story remains intact.