The moors behind the parsonage, that the Bronte sister knew so well
Poetry

Poem: Kitty

Wait for Kitty – Wait
The painful mind that bends
Away she flies
Over hills that
Stir the soul
She stands alone
Atop the highest peak
The lowest bow
She misses not the
Sound of love
She seeks the stars
At
Night.
A world
Without light
Blackness and
Emptiness
To quell the pain
Remain sane
To hurt no more
she bends.

January 2004

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