Long Bronte Poems

"Invisible"



Trapped
within 
4 Walls 
A ghost 

escapes
it's prison 
through 
unlocked door

beyond
freefall
a bird
now soars

The Ocean 
calls the wild
Sargasso in
Me

Rochester’s 
Mirage 
ecstatic 
Bacchae
 
Maenad 
possessed 
submerged
Blue-Green

(Ladylabyrinth/2020)
for my daughter, 
Georgia






“Come Near Me” / Massive Attack – Ghost Poet
https://youtu.be/KY0TZQTwwbk






“There is...

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If vain thy earthly hopes did prove, thou canst not mourn their flight; Thy brightest hopes were fixed above. And they shall know no blight—Anne-Bronte   

Overjoyed       ...

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"The Golden Chord"

I have stories
caterwauling
to be told,
I will caste them out there
no matter how bold.

They will not drown,
they’ll survive
soaked to the bone,
transfigured transporting
they’re magic
for the one who sits absent
on her Royal Throne.

Some are parked on...

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"50 Words for Poe: Foxglove"



What goes through the mind 
of Winter, when you are Autumn
just past Spring
Sometimes you’d squeeze IT
in the hot spaces left-of-centre
with the remnants of the
Summers-In-Between

She liked to keep it real.

She’d escaped
and had...

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I love working in a bookstore…being surrounded by the diversity of books is sweet…but I also love the diversity of the people, in the bookstore, whom I meet.

People from all across the world walk in...

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In Simple words
The devil has no horns
She wears smaug balm, Oh, Lord of the Rings 
She sleeps in El Dorado Street, the Hotels of Svengali
She lives on Babbit lane, and reads Currer Bell
She loves Billy...

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TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION 1, 2 and 3 


Little Patrick in the nursery playing with his toys 
Asks ''MUM'' can I have a sister like the other girls and boy...

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"All the Dark Stallions"



Calliope burns 
ecstatic bright star
fire brands, all her marks

both hands 
holding the ropes
firmly fast today 

slow burn 
tomorrow
warm whispers 

gently towards
the unlit shadows
love wanting always stays

driving all 
the dark stallions
towards heaven

where the...

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"Light Wings and Gossamer Black"



tears of all the lost years 
ghosts' pearls falling softly gossamer black

caressing your sad heart’s crimson 
its bleeding broken beautiful cracks

a small heaven winks back 
some of your light wings

the other...

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To the sound of pelting rain, she woke in early morning
Upon the tattered tin roof, it rhythmically pitter pattered
No sunlight peeked through clouds on daylight's dawning
She thought of him and of the dreams that were...

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TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ 
BRONTE INSPIRATION - COLLABORATION BETWEEN JAN ALLISON AND DARREN WATSON


Our courtship it continues at a gentle pace
Every time I see him my heart begins to race
Long walks in...

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TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION PARTS 1 AND 2 FIRST 


Our marriage has now been consummated
I’m so glad that you were patient and waited
Our passions for each other burns so strong
To...

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This is our 5th Bronte poem please read the other poems if you are not familiar with our story


Outside of Howarth
The world is bleak and grey
Nothing to stir the memory
Or to offer solace from the...

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PLEASE READ PARTS 1 AND 2

Our marriage has now been consummated
I’m so glad that you were patient and waited
Our passions for each other burns so strong
To find you my love, I have waited so long
Now...

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PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION FIRST

Our courtship it continues at a gentle pace
Every time I see him my heart begins to race
Long walks in the country, late evenings by the fire
I really have discovered he is...

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"Bliss like thine is brought by years;
Dark with torment and with tears."

Emily Bronte - Sleep Not (1846) st.1
_______________________________

often, I am in the throes and agony of my mind
I am tortured and each day I grapple...

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December 14, 1982
* A piercing scream echoes throughout the basement*
"What is that?!" I shriek
"Well this one is a scapel, this one is a bone saw, and this one is a crowbar," says Blaine, "hahaha, I...

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December 14, 1982
* A piercing scream echoes throughout the basement*
"What is that?!" I shriek
"Well this one is a scapel, this one is a bone saw, and this one is a crowbar," says Blaine, "hahaha, I...

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We walk across meadow and moor 
Along tracks where horse and carriage once rode 
Treading paths where the poets of yore 
In search of inspiration once strode. 
Lilac and sage scented hedgerow 
Old stone wall...

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They ask me how I write these words..
 Like who's my favourite poet..
 Is it Keats, a Wordsworth or maybe what about a Bronte..
 Perhaps the lordly Byron..
 It's not in written words, but what...

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When I was young, a book was given me:
a small book with the title "Those Who Love."
Its female author I knew nothing of -
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.

Gentle, practical and solitary,
Sara was in love with...

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We walk across meadow and moor 
Along tracks where horse and carriage once rode 
Treading paths where the poets of yore 
In search of inspiration once strode. 
Lilac and sage scented hedgerow 
Old stone wall...

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Lord help me write and paint my words

My Lord My Lord, I say to you this night
Help me now, help me write

Paint my words to help me guard!

Help me to paint the stars.
Paint my life...

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We walk across meadow and moor 
Along tracks where horse and carriage once rode 
Treading paths where the poets of yore 
In search of inspiration once strode. 
Lilac and sage scented hedgerow 
Old stone wall...

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I have read a few authors within my days
some, of which, you may all know.
I hope to share them with you all
to help your knowledge grow.

Many an author has crossed my path
like Elliott, Bronte and...

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