Hello Escritori,
My weekend has been full of doing alterations to tailoring to get me suited and booted for my new job and doing little bits of shopping and laundry. This Sunday’s poem was written on Charlotte Brontë’s birthday, 21st April. The good lady is 200.
It’s perhaps not respectful enough to her memory, nor well put, but I did it very quickly so her ghost will forgive me I’m sure. Much natural sympathy arises from our similarities: we’re the same height, so our perspective in that respect is identical.
For Charlotte and Jane
‘Appen I shall write
Summat fur t’occasion
Of the birthday
Of our most formidable
Miss Charlotte Brontë.
Jane,
Your creation:
Was a child of fury
And fervent, righteous fire.
Righting wrongs of class
Sex, age, love,
Station and desire.
Despite an unflinchingly
Punishing education.
If t’were not rightly conned
Before that time,
It seems apt that
Miss Brontë should create
And define
The very word,
‘Soulmate’
Since she called forth the state
Of spirit with spirit:
‘Just as if we had passed through the grave…’
Two hundred years have passed
Since she was born
And after that
Was resident of Howarth House.
And she the last, to promenade
That large dining table
Round and round,
In an ecstasy
Of linguistic pungency.
Staining the air,
Dispelling ghost-filled vacancy
And letting words
Now timeless,
(Both politically and personally)
Resound in memory.
I salute you, most rare of
Literary genii,
And picture your last days
(After gaining
Literary immortality)
Lamenting dear ones
Lost to ye:
Bramwell, Anne and Emily.
(© Copyright Pola Negri 21/04/2016.)
Love this! 💕
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❤ Hope you're on the mend!
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Absolutely epic. You never fail to amaze me, Pola. 🙂
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That’s good, else I’d be out of ‘business’. But thanks. I’m thinking I may have to start devoting my lunch hour to scraping things together.
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Yikes. I bet you can pull it off, though. 🙂
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Doubting that! Thanks for the vote of confidence.
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