Prologue – Tis With Unsweetened Mist That I Rise

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At long last I have risen,
my breath an amalgamation of autumn breeze and vengeance,
gone are the days
when innocence wept in chaos and bedlam
I let my eyes rest for a moment,
it gives life to damp grass, rough and unruly
like uncombed hair
my heart fluttering between shades of gold
and black
in twilight,
the urge to carry on is the first sign that strength grows
in spine-breaking moments
when failure seems to caress everything and seems inevitable,
I am Ophelia
daughter of Polonius and symbol
of fidelity
that once torn between love and duty had gone mad,
now I am roses
riotously blooming, I couldn’t care less
about men

and manipulation let alone drown in a river of blood
and distress.

 

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For Anmol’s prompt, “Myths & Legends.” 🙂

Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Poets pub

22 thoughts on “Prologue – Tis With Unsweetened Mist That I Rise

  1. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    I do love an Ophelia who doesn’t do what’s expected, let her rule the rotten kingdom of Denmark instead.

  2. HA says:

    More power to Ophelia! This is so good — a modern feminist rendering of Ophelia rising through all the rot and ugliness. “breath an amalgamation of autumn breeze and vengeance”, “now I am roses
    riotously blooming, I couldn’t care less about men/and manipulation”: Yes, yes! I love it.
    A wonderful write, Sanaa! 🙂

    • Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹

  3. Kim M. Russell says:

    Ophelia has a powerfully modern attitude in this poem, Sanaa! I love the ‘breath an amalgamation of autumn breeze and vengeance’, blowing strong and defiant, and, especially, the lines:
    ‘now I am roses
    riotously blooming, I couldn’t care less
    about men
    and manipulation let alone drown in a river of blood
    and distress.’

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