Wuthering Heights

Wuthering Heights

A Poem by Aehr

His eyes were a colour I couldn't quite determine
Blue like midnight, intoxicating like wine.
Stelliferous skies merged and weaved
Into each other as dying stars grieved.
And supernovae exploded underneath his lashes
As galaxies grew to be victims of clashes.
A breath, frail, trembled on my lips,
Sparks down my spine-heart on fire, soul in rips.
"I love my murderer, indeed," at the edge of the Cliff, said I,
Wuthering heights they surely were, I cannot deny.

© 2016 Aehr



Author's Note

Aehr
Something random I simply wanted to share. Inspired by Wuthering Heights, which I read only recentl . That book has a special place in my heart. Comments and reviews are welcome. Thank you for reading and I hope you're having a lovely day/night, wherever you are. <3

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I didn't like it until the end, not because it wasn't good, but because poems that rhyme every line aren't my preferred style. But your ending is so strong and really brings the whole poem together so beautifully that I read it two more times when I was done. You have gotten the first 100 I have ever given :) This really was magnificently written- the haunting, turmoil beauty you describe his eyes as evokes feelings of wild abandon. This poem does extraordinarily well at eliciting feelings in the reader, a sure sign of a good work ^.^

Posted 5 Months Ago


This is very beautiful. I love how your words capture how one can see so much depth from looking into a person's eyes.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Beautiful and touching. This poem has its own allure to it. I can not put into words how amazing this piece is! All the adjectives and descriptions... wonderfully worded.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Aehr

2 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed it. X

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