The Shadowed Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
The Shadowed
The shadowed
In the Brontë's,
In their time,
Crouch till go wild!
Lost in their sky,
Encounter deem lights,
Toe to head, deep downs!
The questions race, I sigh:
"What happened and how? "
I wait for reply!
Come to me in line,
Shirley's Frankenstein,
Church, preachers, and lie!
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5/5/2024 8:20:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I could be my fault for not understanding all the details in this poem. So, I will say nothing negative of it. There may be some poetic merit in the lines that I fail to capture.