Monday, 7 January 2013

Leaving Thornfield

A violent ejection of memories
A repulsion of touch once sought
And voices shunned
A welcome vacuum
And empty space
Bare as fragile branches
Unflinching as on dead windlorn mornings
I sit
In narcissistic mourning
In Ms Eyre's ditch
And sneeze.

4 comments:

  1. hah. that brought a smile! :)

    btw u need to put in a follower widget unless you are hiding from people.

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    1. There you go. No longer in hiding :)

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    2. That would depend on which side you were looking from.

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