Poppies
Once, they exchanged roses;
red and yellow, red and white.
Behold the fair Ophelia
in the witch-hazel night
A striped carnation* ripped to shreds
Is far omitted from her bed
T’was left behind, with aloe threads
And replaced with poppies
Mauve carnations line her dreams
Coreopsis, Celandines
They thought she cried herself to sleep,
yet tears of joy are all she weeps
The nightmare of “reality”
was drowned in her mentality
For there all thorns are but soft silt
where white lilacs never wilt
Softly, the earth became an ocean
and as she drank its soothing potion
the selfsame ocean became skies
and gave her wings to thither fly
With a final flower to endow
a berrirose to seal the vow
loving Hamlet, e’en in death
gifting the water with her last breath
Forever sleep, forever dream
peace despite what it may seem
For the strength to stand alone
Ophelia now is swimming home