Jane

I remember being not out of earshot too

and hearing words reminding me

I’m no one’s ideal of beauty.

I loved you then,

for our shared sin

of not adorning the world.

I revisited you, year after year.

One day, after a pilgrimage to a crossroad

that long had intrigued me

I found what I reverence, what I delight in –

you fell a little in my eyes.

I’d have never ran

from love to conform to a dogma

that did its best to shame me.

Then I grew a little more, realizing

you defined your own dogma

to align with the dictates of your spirit,

just as I’ve done. Though I’d go left

where you’d go right, conventionalities don’t bind us.

My spirit recognizes yours

and I’ll always love that.

Song Choice: Sweet Jane by the Cowboy Junkies

This poem was created as response to the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: My Dearest Book, I Wrote You a Poem. I chose one of my all time favorites, Jane Eyre. I love the book so much, I have an infinity scarf with the text from the scene where Jane and Mr. Rochester confess their love to each other. This is also linked to Poet's United Poetry Pantry #370