Short Emily Bronte Poems

Emily Bronte
recently observed in delicto flagronte
said practice i must
that scene with Chipper as Heathcliff was a total bust....

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Star crossed lovers strolled together
over moorland fields of heather...
Tragedy unfolds


Emily Bronte wrote thereof...
She, too, lost chance to find true love...
Death, again, grabs hold




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For Black-Eyed Susan's Contest: Tail Rhyme
5/1/12...

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I.

On the right is Emily Bronte,
Bard of Yorkshire moor—
Her talented, tormented family
Wrote novels which still endure.

II.

On the left’s Christina Rossetti,
Who chastely did refuse
The goblin’s fruit of ecstasy;
Pre-Raphaelite recluse.

III.

In the center’s a filmy mirror,
Dusty-looking glass;
You rub it till it’s clearer
And see a skull-faced lass—
Yourself…at Requiem Mass....

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She loved the poetry
of Emily Bronte and Shakespeare
She brought back the words to my eyes
and their beauty to my ears.

Never will I doubt their woe
as I feel their anguish in my heart
and rue the fate of mortal beings
as from their friends they part.

Never again will time go by
without casting awhile a backward glance
On those who loved and lost, and learned
Never commit thy time to chance....

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DEATH.

For Time and Death and mortal pain
Give wounds that will not heal again.
                                     Emily Bronte

From the land of the night
The death has spread its wings
Marking eyes cold & lips starved
Hope gone under goaded stray
Sensitive heart being bled grey.

An anchorage in diseased body
Withering like the autumnal plant
Decayed air under cover of mourning
Rusty dust stretching in stifled bay
Inky night spreading shadows of lay....

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