Doubt truth to be a liar

[salienne]

My latest IFP (introduction to fiction and poetry) poem. How obsessed am I, right?

Of Hamlet and Ophelia

Upon that first day he found her singing
Not a proper practice
Not for one of her standing.
For weeks he watched her,
She flitted through vision
Till he wrote fair scriptures
For one of her standing.

From school he would send her
Words and dried flowers—
The most beautified Ophelia
And violets, some pansies.
She would smile and sing then,
Press them to breast.
Then he came a’calling—
To him gave the rest.

But then father did find her,
Then brother was gone
Then lover
Then father—
Farewell Valentyne.

Whence willow she came
Whence willow she fell
Adieu, fair Ophelia,
In murm’ring she dwells.



Random, but about that last line--"in murm'ring she dwells" or "in murm'ring you dwell"? Any thoughts?

Comments

[hippiebanana132.livejournal.com]

I like she. And I love this. It's beautiful and sad and everything it should be.

[salienne.livejournal.com]

Thank you. ^.^ I'm happy you like.

And yeah, after some feedback, I think I'm sticking with "she." It just seems to work.