Beach Ophelia

The clouds lament in solitude
and sea is sighing sorrow
her footprints leading to the sea
in souls of no tomorrow.

Recalling what she wrote to him
about his vile betrayal
She reflects herself in tidal pools
the saddest of portrayals

The rolling waves eats up her path
feel wind that tear through heather
through footsteps in the sand
She sees herself untethered

Her cotton dress will pull her down
she longs for deeper water
and high above the seagulls cry
it mocks her like his laughter

How could he end their song like this?
this burial of together
She’s just sixteen, a life forfeit
and leaving earth on feathers

The rolling waves eats up her path
for wind that tear through heather
through her footsteps in the sand
she saw herself untethered.

One night entangled, caught in kelp
her golden hair a-swirling,
With skin still soft, but cold as ice,
the waves around a-hurling.

And on the beach the young man walks
in vain he cries forgiveness.
He cannot follow down her path
and sacrifice aliveness.

The rolling waves ate up their path
for winds that tear through heather
through her footsteps in the sand
he’s never more untethered.
through her footsteps in the sand
she saw herself untethered.

The death of Ophelia by Odilon Redon

The death of Ophelia by Odilon Redon

This is a rework of a poem I did a long while ago, a ballad that I reworked for Mish’s prompt at dVerse on singable poem. I think this one would be a very sad ballad (or a shanty perhaps).

June 7, 2016

16 responses to “Beach Ophelia

  1. Eloquent but very sing-able because of word choices, flow, rhythm, meter, refrain…perfect for a song. Loreena McKennitt comes to mind….a Celtic flair.

  2. So forlorn. The setting is perfect for this loneliness — alone with one’s own sadness. I can almost hear the ocean washing across the sand, her footsteps . . .

  3. that tear through heather
    through her footsteps in the sand
    he’s never more untethered.

    Sad that so much being done but so much being undone too. Life can be most unfair at times.

    Hank

  4. A tragic shanty. Sadly, this reminds me of a real event, about a person I know in life, who is a sailor and whose girlfriend suffered a similar fate.

  5. I can picture these lines so well in its sequence:

    And on the beach the young man walks
    in vain he cries forgiveness.
    He cannot follow down her path
    and sacrifice aliveness.

    Lovely touch and imagery as well. 🙂

    The young man I picture is begging loudly and passionately about forgiveness and is redemption. 🙂

  6. Oh this tears at the soul —- the mournfulness….the young life, young love gone. Imagery, pain….this is a ballad well done.

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