Heathcliff

[heslopian]

I bet he was a marvellous fuck.
Enough to tear up any girl
whose bodice dare entice his hand.
Dirty as the changeling
who strode the streets of Liverpool,
the lonesome babe he once had been,
one should not be loath to think
he might have caused their loins to shake
like a chimney in a storm,
collapsing on the wet flagstones.

The hayloft yawns and leans, tired,
the storm beating its supple frame.
As you lay on the yellow bed
he has arranged for you,
standing tall and naked, grim,
a window over his shoulder
showing naught but endless black,
interrupted by silver as one rain drop
catches the moon, be thankful
these are not the moors,
and he's in a good humour.

[billy]

what an terrible person hehe.
not a lot to say about the poem apart from i like it. it gives a sense of wuthering heights
and jealousy. the narrative part of the poem was excellent with some good imagery

The hayloft yawns and leans, tired,
the storm beating its supple frame.

was one of my favourites.

thanks for the read.

[heslopian]

Thanks for the kind words Bilbo

[Todd]

Hi Jack,

I had to listen to Kate Bush to get in the right frame of mind for this.

Great first line. The language has enough period elements to feel right. I love the final three lines of S1. Even all of S2 delivered for me. A really fun write. One possible cut I thought of was L17, you could eliminate naught but and probably lose nothing.

More fun to read than Bronte herself.

Best,

Todd

[heslopian]

Thanks for the kind words and feedback Todd