- 30 August 2017
I spent so many hours at the Parsonage,
the reality hitting home,
but the wonder never leaving.
The hills stretched on forever
as I walked where Emily walked,
lost in space and time.
Cathy and Heathcliffe’s words
thundering through the landscape -
the whispers so loud.
I’m not sure what I was in search of,
not sure exactly what was displaced.
But I found it all, and then some.
The land and the sky
at odds with each other.
Both so alive, but out of sync.
I walked not enough, and stayed not enough.
I will return, the next time for days.
Did you know I have an eBook with a lot of these short poems of mine?
Write Short Wednesday: The Poetry Collection by Leigh-Chantelle