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Wuthering Heights

by poemsgalore 

Posted: 07 September 2003
Word Count: 238
Summary: One of my slightly longer poems.


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Wuthering Heights

Heathcliff-like, you haunt my dreams,
central force of all my schemes.
Each decision carefully planned,
manoeuvred by your guiding hand.
Seeds you scattered long ago
only now begin to grow;
germinating slowly first,
unfolding with an unquenched thirst.

Across the barren wasteland calling;
as the burning sleet is falling;
Kathy walks with silent tread
through the lowlands of the dead
where ancient ghosts with hollow eyes
search the endless, sullen skies
and icy fingers pierce the skin,
trying to reach the soul within.

The air is filled with Ravens' cries
and jilted lovers mournful sighs.
Their bitterness will not be shaken,
nor their torment be forsaken.
Call your Kathy from her cold
and wasted, empty moorland road.
To Wuthering Heights, bring her back home,
no more these twisted paths to roam.

Out onto the frozen moor
where deep snow lies and north winds roar,
Heathcliff passes through the veil
with eyes so black and skin so pale;
as kathy waits beneath the Elm,
to welcome to her lonely realm
the one whose love she once rejected,
who now her heart shall keep protected.

When the day is quiet and still
look out towards the Heathered hill
just as the Sun is going down
and shadows swathe it like a gown.
Two lovers walking hand in hand
across the shimmering, whitened land.
Where they are going, no-one can know -
they leave no footprints in the snow.






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Ellenna at 12:37 on 07 September 2003  Report this post
Lovely poem ..I feel a deep sense of wish and the wanting to be called back and reconciled..beautiful images.
Ellie :)

olebut at 18:44 on 07 September 2003  Report this post
Katheleen

a beautiful poem but it put me in mind of a hymn.

possibly to the tune of through the night of doubt and sorrow, but nonetheless a bueatiful poem and very emotive.

take care

david

peterxbrown at 11:44 on 13 September 2003  Report this post
Fabulous! What depths of mood and atmosphere. The final ghostly image of the lovers leaving no footprints in the snow is literally haunting!!
The influence of that special person from the past or grave is highly charged in this beautiful poem.

poemsgalore at 18:11 on 27 October 2004  Report this post
I've only just come back to this one and found these lovely comments that I wasn't notified of. Thank you.


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