A Nook and a Book

The book and nook go hand in glove and hold my hope inside. The pages turn to fervent love my corner can’t confine. I won’t suppose a wealthy sir can love a Jane like me. And while my soul screams “Rochester” I have no urge to eat. This man can toy with me all day and keep me up at night. A fire burns behind his door. I won’t turn out the light. How can our love be ended now with chapters left—fifteen? He teases me with sullen brow. My heart is lost in leaves. No sooner, “Yes, I’ll be your bride!” My veil is torn in two. The wife you’ve kept, but cannot hide has turned our niche to ruin. I’ve gone too far to be so crushed. And hours in one place. When I arrive at happiness I’ll stand and stretch my legs! '2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 18' Poetry Contest For Favorite Contest My experience reading JANE EYRE by Charlotte Brontë