Plain and ordinary
In the shadows stands
Rain patters and dreams bury
Tears fall in the shadowlands
Names in a cemetery
Time's sands
My cross, I carry
Drumbeats across my homeland
Windswept moors and prairie
Alone, I stand
Quiet glances last momentary
Stolen smiles understand
Souls dance
Bodies advance
Kindness's balm touches
Removes cruelty's thorny clutches
A dream fades
Ghostly charades
Narrative unravels
Alone, she travels
Thornfield Hall stands
Ruins upon the lands
Wind whispers
Lone figure
Mr. Rochester sees
By Shannon McKemie,M.A.
He was the first to recognize me, and to love what he saw.
--Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre