Another drowned Ophelia
“and anger is no more than some old clock
ringing to itself in ancient ruins”
. (Selima Hill)
I did not set out to be saved
or kept inside the prison of your
arms, the stern appraisal of
your mind.
If I am guilty, I am so
because I dared to dream
that you would not hold up
such mirrors.
As it is – and as you slam
the door on us, I now can see
what you created: Another
drowned Ophelia
that you can blame for
everything you fail to touch.