NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day 13: Jane Eyre

Grabbed a copy of Jane Eyre and got creative.

A little solace came
Burning with fire and brimstone
Calm betrayed alike the tinkle of the nearest streams
Darkened by a drizzling yellow fog
Elegant conveyance, I meditated much
Fresh now as a succession of April showers
Graceful scarf and golden rose
Head bending with native grace
I stood lonely enough
Judgment untempered by feeling
Key of sweet subdued vivacity
Likely, I returned, or perhaps
Metamorphosed into a lion
Nightingale warbling in a wood
Obliging, and amiable too
Picking at ripe cherries
Quaking heart and through my spirit
Rest yourself here an hour
Solemn eyes melt with sudden fire
Transformed myself into a will-o’-the-wisp
Utterance to this conviction
Voice murmured
Waved leafy and fragrant as groves between the tropics
Xperience to long for the calm
You – with truth, fervour, constancy
Zeal

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