The Weather In Jane Eyre As I Remember It Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

for Charlotte Bronte



always dreaming in the blue crepuscular

the azure otherworldly

lanes, and in the distance the brief summers

at Thornfield the momentary violets

the clouds of musk roses

and then the lightning struck tree

Jane Eyre, how fervid how damp and

fitful the landscapes you inhabited

otherworldly and lunar

no weddings today

the window sash flung open the moon behind haloed clouds

or dense with sudden alteration everything around you

and then the blessed rains

the end of gothic nightmares

the apple blossoms surging

on the blind way home.

mary angela douglas 29 january 2023