Poem

Beloved sweetheart bastard. Not a day since then 
I haven’t wished him dead. Prayed for it 
so hard I’ve dark green pebbles for eyes, 
ropes on the back of my hands I could strangle with. 

Spinster. I stink and remember. Whole days 
in bed cawing Nooooo at the wall; the dress 
yellowing, trembling if I open the wardrobe; 
the slewed mirror, full-length, her, myself, who did this 

to me? Puce curses that are sounds not words. 
Some nights better, the lost body over me, 
my fluent tongue in its mouth in its ear 
then down till I suddenly bite awake. Love’s 

hate behind a white veil; a red balloon bursting 
in my face. Bang. I stabbed at a wedding-cake. 
Give me a male corpse for a long slow honeymoon. 
Don’t think it’s only the heart that b-b-b-breaks.


I love that fact that the opening line into this poem is an oxymoron. I feel it really opens the poem as you can already start analysing the character.

Spinster - this sums Miss Havisham up in one word as it is practically her title.  She was jilted at the alter by her husband to be.