Ophelia with Love



with rushes wrapped around thy head like nature’s crown,

Perchance to dream, perchance to drown

In waters of thine essence own.

Thy brother hath thy lips instead

Of he who holds thy spirit fast

With fragrant kisses now long past

And nothing lies between thy legs

To blossom.


As like from bed thou dost appear with fallen gown

Perchance to dream, perchance to drown

Beneath the weeping willow tree.

The soul doth shift from easy grace

When once devoted lovers part.

A floral dirge becomes thine art

For nothing lies within thy heart

To blossom,





© 2006 by Alexandra Lucas/SilverGenes. All rights reserved

Painting by Alexandre Cabanel


Ophelia with Love — 4 Comments

  1. Beautifully done Silvergenes; the references to the play are woven in here wondefully and the language could have sprung from the work itself. I really enjoyed this. (By the way, I only noticed the comment section recently, I need to brush up on my scrolling…)

  2. Thank you, Paul! I really enjoyed doing this one and appreciate that you found the threads from the play and the vernacular of the day 🙂 As for the comment section, they aren’t really apparent until you click with intent LOL.

  3. Thank you very much, Wayne! I love Shakespeare and this particular story speaks volumes to me. The opportunity to play with language was something I couldn’t resist.

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