I was trying to get an expression of light and dark – life and death into this poem. Miss Havisham (Great Expectations) pays the young Pip money to see him play with her ward, the beautiful Estella. Well aware that the young boy is in awe of the girl, she watches Estella, and gains satisfaction from the cruel way she has taught the girl to break hearts. Miss Havisham, as she tells everyone, has no heart herself….. Jilted at the altar when a young woman the old spinster sits in her dirty, dusty mouldering wedding dress. No light is allowed to enter the rooms. The wedding cake lies crumbling on the table – a home for mice. Time has stood still. This poem is written from an observant mouse’s point of view😄
I Dwell in Miss Havisham’s House
No light shall enter here
Nor candlelight find the dark recesses
I watch, as she obsesses upon her past.
No future, and no hopes,
Just deaths decay awaits
Her nearing fate among the festering icing.
The clocks like sentinals, stand
With stiffened hands that staunch the years
Of dried up tears and pain
Loves lost refrain
Lies broken – creaking,
Whilst I remain in shadows, watchful, sneaking.
Coins for childrens laughter
Chink in vain against her frozen heart
That beats apart from this life and the next.
But cruelty has its grip
On youthful yearnings,
Snuffing out the candles of hopes celebrations.
Her icy heart shall spend it last
As fiery blast consumes her bygone lace
And shadows chase across that mouldering room
And join deaths gloomy choir
As flaming tongues conspire
With ancient lace to form the tinder
To her pyre
©Lynda M Roberts 2010
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