It’s lovely to be able to commend a fellow blogger, Annest Gwilym to those who follow posts on this website; her site is called Nine Muses Poetry. Recently Annest has featured a new poem of mine on this site, which I’m pleased to share here: “Ophelia in Mourning at Evening”.
Please enjoy this poem, below; or click the links above to discover this and many other poems on Nine Muses Poetry.
Ophelia in Mourning at Evening
Summer seeps away
in a barely moving brook.
Last leaves fall from desolate birch:
those trunks that draw black inks
through the glassy water,
through branchy weeds: runes
signifying autumn’s melancholy
under a sky paling to nightfall.
And not even a twilight-blue wrap
or the gossamer threads
of a needless bridal gown—
now dappled, dank with dew
in evening’s grass—could keep out
She will go cloak herself, instead,
in widow’s weeds.
© Lizzie Ballagher