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.