Tag: Love

New designs in Etsy shop

5 designs new to Wuthering Mites.

Find out more info on these designs by visiting the Etsy shop or following the links above. 

Lullaby for a Hairy Baby

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It rains in big fat drops, that drip and drip
and the cat tremulously purrs and purrs
as he lies in the folds of the blanket,
looking up at me with an upside down head.

His tail sways back and forth, back and forth,
a content and constant metronome ticking away.
He buries his head into me in a delicate shuffle.

Rain drops outside are dripping and dripping.

Previously published in HAPPY: A Collection of Poetry and Prose on Happiness and Being Happy, 2017. 

Wuthering Heights print

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This is a Wuthering Heights themed print featuring a photograph I took a few years back on holiday. I felt the photo was very apt for a Wuthering Heights theme, the window view reminding me of the recurring use of windows as a motif throughout Emily Brontë’s novel.

The quote featured is one of the most iconic of the novel:

“Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always – take any form- drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”

As well as the usual 4 x 6 and 10 x 8 sizes, this print comes in 7 x 5.

See this print on Etsy – https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/509881474/wuthering-heights-emily-bronte-quote-art

Wedding

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Inside, the dim chatter of hushed voices
echo outside our encased bubble;
blocking out their awed eyes
as we stand with clasped hands.

Vows are absorbed into the very universe,
reverberating throughout the timelines.
Molten tears trickle down cheeks,
embracing the salty Blacksmith’s floor.

Our gazes irrevocably tied,
golden rings passed on from grandparents
take their place, a new appendage
vital as an organ transplant.

Flashes and clicks blur around us,
our hands still bound, eyes still fastened –
as long as we both shall live.

Previously appeared in LOVE: A Collection of Poetry and Prose on Loving and Being in Love, 2016.