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EDWARD'S PLEA(JANE EYRE)
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JOURNAL #28 oh bitter
yet to be made
mistress of mine
I could have made you
A Queen
an unparalleled beauty
so such an unquestionable kind
the humbled princess
I could never shame
she trots forth from me now
unencumbered
and quite friendless
a stagnant disbelief
her talisman
a hidden sliver of shrunken hope
tucked deep beneath her gentle
innocent heart's beat
that pendulates just beyond
this over eager blind man's reach
from this desperation for love
in a self made pit
of unpitiable regret
I await her scarce return
a broken, outcast, burdonsome beast
inconsolable
self loathing and defeated
a wounded slouching savage
where once stood
a great stately gentleman
so admirable and proud
unleashed now
yet choking strangely more
on the vague detached
conservative manner
of a chilly finger pointing
society
of bloodless cold beings
who proclaim to be elite
a society so horribly crippled
in its usual way of seeing
that it will surely shudder
so convulsively that it can
do little more than cave in
on itself
a sorry shell all a crumble
from further weight of such
grievous wounds
when more and more rafters of
ancient abuse are gradually
removed
JANE
JANE, JANE, JANE,
only you
my most beloved little fairy
have the heart I need
to save me..............
(written Dec. 28, 2002 )
