Distant
Castanets
In love
with Spanish eyes:
hot as smoldering coals,
black as polished ebony in
moonlight.
The Poet Puts Down His Pen
All said,
all done and done;
the moonlit stream runs dry –
the wolves no longer answer his
echo . . .
Where Are You, Ellis Bell?
After
so many years,
do you roam the wild heath
or sleep at the foot of that cliff
you loved?
* Ellis Bell: Pen name for Emily Bronte.
