Ophelia by Odilon Redon
Mirage
Sleeping young face melting in
Some oasis rain puddle
Alongside
Some random fallen leaves
And flowers
Soon
The relentless sun
Snuffs
The last light
Burns the cursed moment
Gone
Linking to:
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.
