The Ophelia Syndrome

Charlotte De’Ath

(the miss haversham scenario)

on the suburban stained mattress
of a semi-detached bed
her life from little girl to widow
cut short
comes to a spinster end

and all because he just had to find out
what taste was on natasha’s lips
inhale her cunt’s hot glowing scent
and how well his cock would fit
inside natasha slut with golden hair
handmade tits
and long long barbie legs

(the duties of a bridesmaid)

i laid down on the reedy bed
next to the bride full of bubbly turpentine
who shot her bridegroom down in flames
and still in her meringue dress
wails behind the cobweb veil
waltz drunk and dribble wet
she curls up as if to die

(has there ever been such a thing
as a best man)

she didn’t mean anything
was his excuse for the broken things
like the broken scene
from a glossy magazine
i had to scream at her
not to take this lying down

and so we waited for the river to flow
and the water to rush
garland carry us
on columbines rosemary pansies and rue
i offered her violets
but they withered
crestfallen by the wave that took us out to sea

(the bride rescued and set free)

Charlotte was born in the east end of London but now lives in an idyllic cottage situated deep in the beautiful Suffolk countryside. She has published one chapbook ‘Kicks To Hypnotise Suburban Daughters’ by Erbacce Press, and a further one of dark urban fairy tales is in the making. She spends most of her free time playing with the Clueless Collective at:

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