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.