Teedy Dawn

Rookie - 10 Points (Sheffield, Yorkshire, England)

Wuthering Life - Poem by Teedy Dawn

I run to the moors, where the wind calls wild
And screams in my face like a tormented child,
Alone there, I stand, beneath the rain’s cry
Watching splintering sunlight lift the earth to the sky.
On my lips is a secret, known only to me,
The name of the lover I had to set free.
Alone with my thoughts the moors hear his name
As I relive the memory, the anguish, the pain.
The desolate counsel of the moor's silent sighs
Let the ghost of him wander as I close my eyes.
In my heart he is waiting, stolen in time
But the mocking storm shows me he is no longer mine.
Alone on the moors, I return to my life
As another mans lover and dutiful wife.

Comments about Wuthering Life by Teedy Dawn

  • (3/27/2006 3:48:00 PM)

    A bit mysterious, this poem! 'Set free' and 'ghost' perhaps implying that she killed her lover (I, too, have one - 'Coming to my Senses') . Very well-written. Thanks for sharing. -chuck (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 27, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, March 27, 2006

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