Last night
I went to bed with Emily Brontë.
What can a modest man say?
We scaled passions great heights,
And, in the midst of our delight
She lost her tights.
Then, on my way
Back over the moor
I saw
Nelly Dean
Who said, with a gleam
In her eye
“Thrushcross Grange is nigh.
Will you come back with me
For tea?”.
But I made reply,
“No, not I
For, if you take a look
None of this is in Emily’s book …!”.
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K Morris - Poet 
Excellent, Kevin.
Thank you, Gabriela. I was actually reading “Wuthering Heights in bed last night, which is what prompted this poem. It is one of my favourite novels. Best, Kevin
My pleasure Kevin. Wuthering Heights is one of my favorites too. WOW.
That’s great to know, Gabriela! its such an amazing novel, full of storms (both metaphorical and literal)! Last night I read the braille edition. Its one of the advantages of being able to read braille, one can read with the lights out, something I used to do a lot at boarding school, when I should have been in the land of nod! Have a good weekend, Gabriela. Kevin
Thank you for sharing a part of your life, Kevin. It’s always so good to hear from you.
You are welcome, Gabriela. I also greatly enjoy receiving your comments and, of course reading your poems.
You are so kind and generous, Kevin. Thank you very much.
Thank you!
Reblogged this on Fae Corps Publishing.
Many thanks for sharing this poem of mine. Best wishes, Kevin
Oh Kevin! You just made my day with this poem❤️
Thank you. I’m really pleased you enjoyed reading my poem! Best wishes, Kevin
Brilliant!
Thank you, I’m delighted you like it!
You’re welcome!