Rebecca Poem by David Pass

Last night I dreamt of Manderley again.
Still haunted by Rebecca's ghost.
Falling in love with dear Maxim and then,
That monstrous mansion by the coast.

Rebecca's room just left as it had been.
Unchanged as if it were a shrine.
The dresses in the wardrobe smart and clean.
This edifice was never mine!

Mrs Danvers seemed mistress of the house,
A housekeeper but left in charge.
And me struck dumb, as silent as a mouse
With evil Jack Favell at large.

And then Rebecca's bones found in the boat
Sunk in the bay but found once more
With holes drilled through so that it didn't float
Accused - the man that I adore.

'I killed Rebecca' Maxim said to me.
'I'm having Favell's child' she'd said.
But she'd been to see a doctor and he
Said with cancer she'd soon be dead

Then Mrs Danvers went stark staring mad
And Manderley went up in flame.
With suicide the verdict, I was glad.
The law found Maxim not to blame.