When Miss Havisham Died

Stillborn dreams
Broken shadows,
Lay scattered
On the floor.
A moth-eaten flame frayed
Wedding dress,
Hangs behind
The cobwebbed door.
The wedding cake
Long nibbled
By well contended
Mice �"
Fattened up on icing,
And celebratory rice.

Just one shoe
Left unattended,
Has spattered stains 
Of tears;
The hobbled footprints 
In the dust
Mark all the angry
Years.
Rust welded Satis shutters,
Guard the secrets
Of this room.
Where the ghosts
Are still forbidden,
To mention Compeyson -
(The absent groom).