For The Haworth Girl (Mum's Friend Beryl) Poem by james watkin

For The Haworth Girl (Mum's Friend Beryl)



Much whimpering from bluetit
And much instability
From the heart-rended blackbird
Had over a Bronte's bed
From yorkshire boughs been heard.

Listen now. From those same yond
Wind-famous heathy moors
Emily had daily sought out
Is it not renewed, what was
For those ailed hurled about?

Friday, November 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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