Ophelia Trilogy by Üveges István

Ophelia

Thy soft touch with the evening’s timid ocean,
Even not tha’ big, but it feeleth, like my
Blood pulsatin’, lime-hot everlastin’ love; rare
Body which thou got’st, ‘n’ the water just flieth

Onto it, puttin’ around it’s hugging arms,
Not leavin’ any room for without-wet-
Ness; just as Ophelia, O, tha’ gay pad’s
Lily, how much doth it want’h thy little heart;

Thine exquisite body fillin’ with aqua,
Suffocatin’ it, killin’ it’s heart ‘n’ lungs,
Just breathin’ that, tha’ beauteous nectar raw,
O, it’s like connectin’ fully our tongues.

Just it became, like a green swamp with flowers,
But thou wast still kissin’ the pad’s flower.

The Waves of Ophelia

Was the pad now like not as it was before?
The water was now too green, like dissolv’d
Bush, but one left, ‘twas high standing flowery
Aqua, like was no other, ‘n’ to plenty

Looked clean, every of its drop ‘n innocent sheep,
Pure pureness of drippin’ virgin from hip,
Markin’ Sun-like photon work production,
But it’s physics havin’ unlike notions.

Breath sit’th still as the flowers sprout on the waves,
Even death’s beauty, but can’t take away
Nature ‘n’ effort neither gorgeous moanin’ awes,
As water played with aqua. Spashing? Verily, nay.

‘Twas still Ophelia, but covered in it,
Makin’ her death everlastin’ heartache.

The Death of Ophelia

‘Twas not beautiful? Killin’ her own light life
Unconsciously, out from lies ‘n’ survivin’,
From “to be or not to be” ‘n’ mania ripe,
But, O, even higher than Hamlet in.

Feeling mix’d, not knowing whether ‘tis love or hate
The fact of drownin’ her with my own hands,
Destructin’ her inner life, makin’ her late
From process, ‘n’ also soon life, no more bands.

But how funny, shan’t I jump in, next to her?
Di’ she forgo’th affection? I doubt that…
But those “arrows” pierced through not only self-her
But mine heart ‘n’ soul, killin’ all that is left.

‘N’ I slowly floated on the jinglin’ aqua,
Dying next to her ‘n’ givin’ her a mwah.

Üveges István,
Ady Endre Elméleti Líceum,
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