A new realm

I finished writing my essay assignment for my eCourse: The Fiction of Relationship about Abbe Prevost’s Manon Lescaut, a tragic story of two young lovers in the 18th century.

I started the next required reading, Jane Eyre, and produced this poem. 



A New Realm

The marble game we played:

throwing the marble inside 

the circle to scatter the others,

gather them again, repeating 

for hours, till the birds 

got tired watching us play 

but flew away content.


We entered a new realm

of what Jane Eyre said,

“we must love something”

and find “a pleasure 

in loving” like a butterfly

entering a garden.