Poem -
Wuthering heights 💔
Wuthering heights are yon moors of mine
Thru blackish bracken barbed entwine
Far away beyond horizons line
Rivers roll thru valleys veiny spine..
~
“Heathcliff please hear my plea!!”
I imagine that authoress Emily
And Catherine cries so sorrowfully
Betwixt and between this wilderness roaming free..
~
I listen as I hear laments of woe
Thru wailing whistles breezy blow
Eeriness amidst moonlights afterglow
Then rousing from my revery I let it go....
Like 4 Pin it 2
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
Jill a superb well written poem elegantly mirroring the great and most cherished Emily Brontë novel who along with Kate Bush would enjoy reading it too.
And a superb pic of the moors just adds to it.⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Thanks for sharing and writing and five stars and full honours bestowed as well.❤️
Soo pleased you enjoyed I was on the moors today & certainly Heathcliffe & Catherine was in my mind 💕💙
😃
Thats my photo from my wanders today x💕❤️💕
I adore Emily Bronte's writing. Her poetry is gorgeous too. What great inspiration the moors give a creative mind as indeed you have proved yourself with your walk and this poem ⚘x
Awww me too & yes I walk these moors alot and each time I think of this 💕❤️💕
❤❤❤
❤️💕❤️
Beautiful stuff Jill ...I can imagine you walking the Moors pondering ...passion ...no wonder you can't sleep! 😄😃 Thoroughly enjoyed the read love ❤️
Teehee well I should b asleep now so u r so spot on 🤣💕❤️💕
how did i ever miss this one
this wonderful i would love to
walk the moors pinned
how did i miss this
this one wonderful
i would love to walk the
moors
❤️💙❤️