Magpie Tales blog invited people to submit a poem or vignette based on this picture.
Ophelia – Odilon Redon
She’ll get you in the end,
Stretched out and unaware,
Or watchfully expectant,
She’ll come, she always does.
Unable to resist, you’ll slip
Down gradually, gratefully,
Allowing sky blue water
To do its work.
Hag-like at times, she crouches,
Opening only to tighten her grip,
Taking hold, relentless,
She has you blinking in surprise.
Armed with cocked and deadly flowerings,
The maiden picks you off with horrific ease,
Inevitably you will submit, submerge,
In a stench of rotten perfume.
Link to Magpie Tales.
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Richly Evocative 
Oh a very dark Ophelia! Well written.
Anna :o]
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That’s quite an imaginative piece of a dark female spirit. Scary!
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Thanks. You never know what’s out in the water.
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Water covers all the sins of the world, eh ! .
Reminds me of the Alison Krauss song from “oh brother where art though” . Great work !
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A dark one indeed. Nice. 🙂
Prose, Poetry and Photography
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Your Ophelia is dark, dangerous … very well written!!!!
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You took me on a journey….thank you! Excellent images and flow.
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resistance muted int he stench of rotted perfume…eww…haha…very nice description of her…sometimes a hag sometimes….
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Very innovative, not to mention unusual, take on the prompt – thanks
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Thanks. Wanted to try something a little different than a specific focus on Ophelia herself as a character.
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