To Walk in the Shoes of a Bronte

I lift my long dress with trembling hand,
And tread the wild and barren land.
Through thrashing wind and lashing rain,
I press on, though my limbs complain.

The wind strips me of my shawl,
And chills my flesh with icy snowfall Chapped cheeks are red and raw,
My chest is breathing rapidly
as I tread upon the mossy floor
Yet still the summit’s path I seek is not beyond my laboured reach.

The howling gale doth steal my air,
From what feels my last breath of much despair
Yet as I climb, though steps be slow,
The storm begins to reach an ending plateau

The rain doth fade to mist to light,
The winds retreat from a cruel bite
The clouds, like feathers, now swirl and rise,
As golden dawn doth stain the skies.

O'er glen and dale my gaze doth sweep,
A world awakened from its dark sleep.
And here, upon this hallowed height,
My soul is once again at one with earth and light

I lift my gown with trembling hand,
And tread the wild and weary land.
Through thrashing wind and lashing rain,
I press on, though my limbs complain.

The tempest weeps upon my shawl,
And chills my flesh with icy thrall.
My cheeks are raw, my breath is weak,
Yet still the summit’s path I seek.

The howling gale doth steal my air,
And drives me forth in cold despair.
Yet as I climb, though steps be slow,
The storm begins to yield its woe.

The rain doth fade to mist so light,
The winds retreat in humbled flight.
The clouds, like ghosts, now swirl and rise,
As golden dawn doth paint the skies.

O'er glen and dale my gaze doth sweep,
A world awakened from its sleep.
And here, upon this hallowed height,
My soul is one with earth and light.

By A.E. Lee

I haven't written a poem in a while, but this week, I got some inspiration. I don't even know where it came from, but it just came to me.
Anyway, here it is for my Sunday Night Poetry Escape.
I would love to know what you think.
I imagined myself being in the shoes of a Bronte walking on the edge of the moors.
I used to live only a few miles from Howarth, so I walked on the Moors regularly.
Hope you enjoyed Walking in the Shoes of a Bronte.

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