Jilted

Miss Havisham treads
the bare floorboards
of her dark
decaying mansion,
wearing just her beloved wedding dress
 and one broken bridal shoe.
A damp handkerchief
caresses
her swollen eyes.
The delicate tap of her foot
echoes throughout the building.
The furniture
and windows
are cloaked
in white satin.
The abundance of clocks are paused
 at twenty minutes to nine.
She is timeless