On the Outskirts by Gloria Buckley

I waited for you
As on the muddy heath
Outskirts
While Thornfield Hall
Bled the past ablaze
Furious flames
That vanquished all that
Was.
 
I waited for you
Haunted
Psychotic and hallucinatory
Thoughts
Like Manderly
Burning into darkness
One last rancid breath
As I corked the bottle.
 
I waited for you
A midtown, midnight table
Torched for lovers
As I ignited
The silken cloth
Because you simply
Never showed.

About the Poet:

Gloria Buckley has been a lawyer for 30 years and a writer since birth. Her work has appeared in Prometheus Dreaming, The Red Hyacinth Journal, Rue Scribe, Chaleur Magazine, Me First Magazine, The Defiant Scribe, Hermann Hesse Journal, English Language and Literature.