The Solitary Baptism

She walked with dignity and grace into the river
shuddering almost imperceptibly when
the cold grey water rushed to welcome her
swirling gently against her frail thighs.
She stumbled slightly as the reeds tugged
at her ankles, but they could not hold her back.
One step, then another inching forwards
the water lapping against her breasts
her dress now lifting and floating
as she slowly, slowly, submerged.
Deeper, deeper she went until
her straight and rigid body swayed,
the power of the water testing her resolve.
Then suddenly, only her long auburn hair
now made dark and heavy
could be seen on the surface
floating like flotsam from a wreckage.
This sweet Ophelia had found her peace.