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!
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My experience reading JANE EYRE by Charlotte Brontë
Copyright © Rita A. Simmonds | Year Posted 2016
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