Diary of a Separation
Monday 14th May 2018
One of the true signs of loneliness is those moments when you realise there is no one around with whom to share your thoughts on Brönte’s Dreams. The gentle beginning, an ABAB rhyming pattern: While on my lonely couch I lie/I seldom feel myself alone/For fancy fills my dreaming eye/With scenes and pleasures of its own. The vision of holding a child that does not exist and the feeling that she, Brönte, the child’s mother, is not only wanted but also needed. The sudden realisation, upon the end of her dream, that there is no child and certainly no partner with whom to have her. How sad — and lonely — it is to think of those precious minutes in which a conversation could be had on the key themes of this poem: love, affection and self-deception. But the conversation never happens.
How sad to feel like Brönte at the end of her dream: alone with no baby and no lover. Only solitude as an unwelcome companion.
Tuesday 15th May 2018
What if we were to wander onto the canvas of an artist painting a landscape? Stroll in at the…
