OPHELIA
Voiced with deafening tongues of silence
troubles ploughed yet furrow trapped
as chalk that moves on slate defines
his heart in black beat out a pulse
with chords that played no tune.
Held tight in grasp of circumstance
suspicion wore an old patched coat
and with the wings of summer gone
for them the cradle never rocked
and time wove fading tapestries.
Unlike the flowers at petal fall
when swallows in the autumn fly
her face displayed in early bloom
as in the pool she laid supine
held siege within a Millais frame
and hearing not the drip of tears.