A/n- work for my English class.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hamlet; wish I did, that sexy bastard.
Summary: A poem reflecting Ophelia's thoughts as she watches Hamlet descend into madness during their encounter in Act 3.
Gossamer Lies
I breathe in sharpening gasps that fill the whole of my bodiced chest,
Ripping at the lace and chain that holds there.
A cold fear sinks into the core of me.
For your words, a barren judgment which I cannot escape from.
You lie.
To me you lie.
Nay, your words do not stop their torment
For you deceive yourself when you lie thusly,
The thrust of your tongue against your teeth, the grit that shows
Perhaps you realize the lie.
I loved you not.
Your words are not so convincing, Prince.
For was it not before this madness you watched me so?
That glint of courtly chastity and brazen hope-
You were a task to ignore.
Yet, is it now, when your heart is eaten,
That you find not room for me?
With a trembling resolve I try to get away,
To relieve myself of the now wretched written proclamations.
With these cold fingertips may I tear that fine web of spun gold?
Bring your heart to rest upon the living?
You are so untouchable…
Within a moment you see my treachery.
My lies, Dane, are as well the ruin of me,
For with more metal now you speak.
Get me away?
Leave you to this life?
Away, you plea?
How?
How am I to watch you murder what you will?
A call to heaven, but there is no heed.
I reach to you, the hands of a woman, a mother, a daughter, a lover towards you-
Yet again you push me away, but gently, kindly,
Your hand tracing fire down my breast.
fin
