Prince Hamlet to Ophelia
by Davis Lisk
When they saw thee afar off They took thy form to be an island Floating along that serpentine mirror That captured the world of waking As a dream. Thou canst not awaken now. As I sit in the new fallen snow, Looking upon a linen silhouette, I ask the ones digging thy grave Wherefore one so glorious good as thou Is not welcome into heaven. Floating like a melody of spring, With a crown of pansies in thy hair, Like any song worth singing at all, It left the mortal world to wander Until the end of remembrance and beyond As our doorway to the Faerie realm was sinking Like Atlantis long ago.
Taste
by Karson Harsey Taste sweet fruit and bread Witness the riches of sight No mere existence
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