Landscape
Deep in a forest a river flows
and there floats Ophelia, in death-
There is a deep silence, a hush and beauty in the landscape,
deep green water grass and drifting jade moss
so soft and delicate like satin it seems-
The water is dark and deep and sinister
yet the scene is one of peace-
Foliage lush and overgrown hangs over the river
and an old tree leans into the water
and growing everywhere are yellow buttercups
purple nettle and white daisies-
Ophelia holds a bouquet in one hand
the other she holds up where once flowers she held
the colorful blooms represent beauty and immortality-
Her rich brocade dress is sodden and heavy now
and her beautiful face sees only heaven-
Oh, my painters hand wants to continue
to paint the beautiful decaying and ever blooming forest
oh, over here more ferns . . .
more red poppies.. some purple, some white
more, more, more-
My hand is an extension of my mind, I have lost control,
time is nothing, time is suspended and I paint . . .
and my pseudo shall be Beauty-
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June 19, 2017
Free Verse/Landscape
Copyright Protected, ID 910910
Landscape
Kim Rodriques
First Place
Inspiration - John Everett Millais, Ophelia, 1851/52
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