Ophelia in Mourning at Evening
Summer seeps away
in a barely moving brook.
Last leaves fall from desolate birch:
those trunks that draw black inks
through the glassy water,
through branchy weeds: runes
signifying autumn’s melancholy
under a sky paling to nightfall.
And not even a twilight-blue wrap
or the gossamer threads
of a needless bridal gown—
now dappled, dank with dew
in evening’s grass—could keep out
She will go cloak herself, instead,
in widow’s weeds.
A published novelist between 1984 and 1996 in North America, the UK, Netherlands and Sweden (pen-name Elizabeth Gibson), Lizzie Ballagher now writes poetry rather than fiction. Her work has been featured in a variety of magazines and webzines: Nine Muses Poetry, Nitrogen House, the Ekphrastic Review, South-East Walker Magazine, Far East, and Poetry Space.