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After Wide Sargasso Sea


And is it like me...
this dark inner paradise
and is it like me
these rising tides
and crashing waves
the seas-a-rolling
and is it like me
these inner darkening clouds
and is it like me
this tempest
this anvil-shaped heart
this inner insistence growing...

I have been
tossed high up into the mountains
hidden deep dark down in the gloom and the green
I am the moss and the moldering
I am the loss and the feigned innocence now
from a time when power was cruel
and decays with the graves and the dust
I am the ashes and the damp-blood clay
trampled beneath bared feet
I am the fading light of my failed reflection
Why am I Not
this money-tempted man's rued distraction?

high in the cardboard rooms
cloistered as a nun
the sun now lost to me
only the flames of the candles burn
the sun not even a memory to me

author/poet retains all legal copyright for this poem/work
5:33pm PST April 8 2020 time/date stamped
and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World
by this poet/author Melissa A. Howells

I am for the Underdog, the Lost, the Unrequited and Forgotten.
Written after a third and thorough reading of Jean Rhy's timeless
classic Wide Sargasso Sea...a reworking of Jane Eyre and the deemed less-
than-heroic of Heroines, Antoinette, AKA by her Mother's name Bertha.





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