Ophelia's Protest
On Stella Benson's 'Advice to the Unborn'
Goethe speaks of Ophelia's magic
Floating as she did, radiant amongst the forest
They all did -
So what little choice did she have
To live a legacy in pages,
in words
Beautiful moon child
Always a forest
But never a home.
Didn't they know
To me they were all the enemy
And love was selective -
Secret, even
Cherished.
So crowds bore no difference
The loneliness never mattered
And now I say it's you, not God
Who pierced me in the end.