He Loves Me

copyright Erin Leary

copyright Erin Leary

I climbed  the weeping willow so she could cry with me.

He loves me, he loves me not… were my tearful pleas.

A little sprite rose up from the water and sang to me the truth of my love.

Fear not m’lady, he is of sound mind but shattered heart. 

I tried to scurry down and rush to his side but I lost my footing and fell into the river.

Inhaling my last breathe of water, I saw her in the distance.

His mother, Gertrude.

Do not believe her tale.

I tried to save your life, but she stood and watched me die.


*this story is inspired by Ophelia….and a reminder, Gertrude is Hamlet’s mama.

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