Master Key
Blocked and ignored, the Brontės knew
the heart and mind range free.
Despite all obstacles fate threw,
blocked and ignored, the Brontės knew
there is no prison guard but you
to bar your liberty.
Blocked and ignored, the Brontės knew:
the heart and mind range free.
Evening the Odds
Pity poor Branwell, golden lad,
beaten by three to one,
in spite of what a lead he had.
Pity poor Branwell, golden lad
(the offspring favored by his dad)
who ditched the race, outdone.
Pity poor Branwell, golden lad,
beaten by three . . . two . . . one.
Haworth
Once they invade your blood, those moors,
they mark you, like a scar,
with homesickness that nothing cures.
Once they invade your blood, those moors
stamp you with craving that endures,
however far you are.
Once they invade your blood, those moors,
they mark you like a scar.
Susan McLean
