One breath, in a room despair.
Two breaths, who would care
That he wanted but be nowhere.
One sigh, in remembrance
Of those that were no more.
Two sighs, so ingrained
Sounded like a high society bore.
One breath, one pair of eyes.
Two breaths, senseless disguise.
One breath, a society beneath his own
Two breaths, one had to feel forlorn.
One question, sheer torture.
He’s asked to join the overture
Two questions, a shocking spectacle
Anguish in his breast spreads its tentacles.
Around his heart, around his soul
No room to breathe or smile
No room to run or react
Not even like a fool beguile
One step, fresh air
Familiar faces.
Two steps, a longing
For his sister’s embrace.
One sigh, the night is over
Two sighs, tomorrow will come
In time to recover.
For now, one breath, good night
Two breaths, no peace to find.
Rita Lacerda Watts – 26 October 2016
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Uau so lovely Rita, congrats 🙂
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Thank you!
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Beautifully expressed! I know you wrote this to show us Darcy’s emotions at the Meryton Assembly, but for me it works perfectly post his rejection too!
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I have to say I had to read it again to see what you saw but being the first to read my first poem about one of Jane’s characters there really wasn’t any timeline defined after all. I totally see it now.
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