II: Ophelia
A young Mancunian housewife
on the run,
from the liver and rain and the lovers and lies.
A young Mancunian housewife
in the sun.
Your eyes were swimming-pool eyes. Cool. Blue.
Northern.
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My Lady of the Northern Skies,
so foolish-calm, so lovely-lost, you seemed,
so wise, so sure.
And with such startling
cool, blue, iconoclastic,
northern, enchanting-me
eyes.
