A Mirror Reflected in Their Writing
Did they plan it all, to write it all, of their inner most feelings and thoughts.
l think they did. just like their poetry, they couldn't help them selves.
l had visions of them today, sitting at their writing desk, or hurriedly, at any spare table available. Papers strewn, pen and ink, untidily about the room. l think that's when they wrote the best.
Sad stories, emotional pain, written in every line from what iv learnt so far.
Not much yet, as l never wanted to know before, untill , for some reason, today l took interest.
l thought l knew them, little did l know, l knew nothing about them. shame on me.
But l think now its possible for me to really know their inner most soul, just by their writing.
So l will search the meaning in every one of their written lines, for l really care.
l need to know, l owe it to them, they died in the prime of their lives.
What even more POWERFUL written work could have continued....
from the Bronte Sisters.
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2025
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