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GHOSTS
OF HAWORTH
by
Patricia Williams
Vivid
autumn courses, bringing unwelcome news
of
unknown but compelling forces
shrouded
in time and season,
a
world where myth and reason collide,
the
magnetic pull of frost and fog,
bleak
landscapes where gothic heroes speak.
A
timeworn house and desolate downs, set amid
the
rushing and moaning of the wind,
hear
tortured souls howling from parchment pages.
November
bites, draws in the chill of winter,
overnight
frost and snow settle and fall,
thoughts
and feelings call and clash along the way.
Those
most encumbered ones of Haworth ,
all
slumbered before their thirty-eighth summer,
unconventional,
unwell, grave and quiet,
living
in a limbo close to hell, clinging to one other,
happiness
not brought about by change
on
the bleak moors of Yorkshire .
Walk
in the wilderness, the featureless and solitary
that
haunts with hints of the extraordinary.
Pictures
frozen in time, every twist having a turn,
each
hillock of heather with scent sublime,
like
elusive thoughts during sleep.
Those
coldest pine for Haworth ’s beloved heath.
~
first published in Middlebrow Magazine
