Jane

Jane

A Poem by S. S. Allen

 

You travel through the wind. 

But never once through my pile of leaves

You are infectious

Crawl up my spine.

Meningitis.

When you speak, it is neither to me

Nor of me,

But I listen anyways.

Your lashes extend over your cheekbones.

Just like the flowing Baltic

Yes, I have counted each one 

I will myself to stop

I know my reverie could never come true

But damn…I just can’t get over you.

As I turn the pages of Jane Eyre,

I felt like her.

Poor servant girl.

Mr. Rochester spitefully withholds his love.

“Good-night, my-" He stopped,

Bit his lip, and abruptly left...”

Knowing it’s all she ever needed.

Insatiable kisses and red roses, a finicky art piece

Her love suffers, her beauty wanes.

Our affection is one-sided.

Wouldn’t you agree Miss Jane?

© 2016 S. S. Allen


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Nicely written. Enjoyed the feeling it had, the emotion and looking up names and words used. Tyfs! :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


S. S. Allen

8 Years Ago

Gracias! :)
Cyprian Van Dyke

8 Years Ago

Most welcome!
You tantalize.
I try to analyze
And don't feel very wise
Amid my heartfelt sighs.
I enjoyed your playfulness with words.

Posted 8 Years Ago


S. S. Allen

8 Years Ago

Oh! thanks JoeM ;).

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S. S. Allen
S. S. Allen

Kingston, Jamaica



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A Poem by S. S. Allen