Virginia
Posted by Natascha Tallowin on 22 February 2010 | Views: 1179 | 0 Comments
Another poem inspired by the life and times of Virginia Woolf.
Posted by Natascha Tallowin on 22 February 2010 | Views: 1179 | 0 Comments
Another poem inspired by the life and times of Virginia Woolf.
I always wondered what it was you thought
When your mind collided with the madness that flirted with your mind
The madness that stole sleep from your bed,
That sent you sailing,
Drifting,
Into complete and utter
Panic.
I always wondered
How those stones felt between your hands.
I always wondered what you thought
As you stepped into the brittle, cold water
With weighted pockets
Without a care thrown to those who might see,
Those who might wonder
After all,
One who carries such anguish in her fingertips
Has no cause for femininity.
Did you think of lighthouses when the water flushed against your cheeks?
Did you bid farewell to Mrs Dalloway at the gate before you left?
Did words slide from books, from book cases?
And flutter to the floor with a cry?
I always wondered if you ever felt the relief that you craved.
The vacancy of words prickling at your fingers,
Swelling in the forefront of your mind
Did you find the peace?
That was never found by avoiding life?
Did you know that you were one of the greats?
A Great woman
Settling ungraciously
Into her steps,
With a smile always wobbling
Precariously close to a frown.
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