“The pilgrimage began boldly Flying, alone, business class only And the Atlantic stretched into blends Of grey --where do the clouds touch the water? I worried about swelling; such an elderly Concern, but I drank water as fast as the Man in 48G drank coffee (The alcohol was reserved for the woman in 47A) Landing, I carefully followed instructions And laughed when he held up my name on a sign, as if He was privileged for my presence --didn't the flowers signify? Kissing, right there, in crowded Heathrow I could hear the director wanting a replay But we had trains to catch...” RomancePoetryMarriagePoemTravelEnglandPilgrimageJane AustenTrue Love StoryNarrative Poem Book:Carve a Place for Me Source: Carve a Place for Me
“Adoration is what I wanted But I received love, instead We clamor for Byron and Keats yet Austen taught us Knightley and Darcy Words mean nothing if not followed by Action And this is why she gave us Brandon...” LoveRomancePoetryMarriagePoemAdorationJane AustenLord ByronJohn Keats Book:Carve a Place for Me Source: Carve a Place for Me