To her, death is quite romantic. Almost soothing, as though sound of a lark singing, she listens closely, her petite frame encased in water that shimmers and glows. The events of her life flashing by as she floats away. Ophelia, lovelier than the sun itself, laments on a world that’s no longer her own.
“Is there always darkness when we close our eyes?” She wakes amid black snow, both overwhelmed and comforted, for there is something strangely familiar about the place that meets her. Afterlife, for her, is time of inner calm and stoicism.
Snow has a way of settling erratic fires that burn within, she thinks; “I am faithful until I am repeatedly betrayed and injured. But no more.” An icy serenade greets in response. Perhaps, this is a dream, one that lasts until we are ready. For now, I am at peace.
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Beautifully done! As soon as I saw the word “romantic” in the line we’re to use, I thought of you and knew you’d write beautifully to it. You have indeed!
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
If she is at peace, then it is a good time of inner calm and stoicism. Darkness can be a relief.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Any peace may be better than no peace. then again, if everyone were always peaceful, there would be no writers. I love the notion of black snow, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Shay 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️
I love how you captured Ophelia in here afterlife. The line by Dylan was actually written from the perspective of an Ophelia as well. great write
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
I take this as her being suspended in a little death until her beloved answers her call. Beautiful prose, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Very nicely done, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Ahh, breathtaking Sanaa! How beautiful and comforting is this death. 💕❤️🌺☺️
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I saw the photo first and immediately though -Ophelia-, so seeing her referenced felt spot on. I am moved by the idea of black snow being overwhelming and a comfort.
Thank you so much, Raivenne 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️
Enchanting. I love the reference to Ophelia and the photo.
Thank you so much, K. Hartless 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The prompt line was written for you, Sanaa, and you used it to springboard into your poetic story! I love that it is about Ophelia, a truly romantic but tragic character, and the way you used snow as a metaphor for death, especially in the sentence: “Snow has a way of settling erratic fires that burn within.”
This reminds me of the stories I’ve read of people dying in the snow, thinking the snow is keeping them warm. Gave me shivers.
Yes, absoultely! Thank you so much, Jane 🙂 for your thoughtful comment 💄❤️
Wow!!!
“Is there always darkness when we close our eyes?”
Nice one Sanaa
Much❤love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Much love back 💕
The imagery here enfolds us into Ophelia’s stoic, hard-won peace, “black snow” being such a brilliant description, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️