Three Line Thursday Challenge
Leaves trembling witnessed our promises.
Reverent stems watched over
your flesh and mine entwined.
Three Line Thursday: Three lines, maximum thirty words, in response to a weekly photo prompt.
The end of the winter and coming of spring reminds us of nature’s new cycle of rebirth, hope, and love.
There’s another chance; we can begin again, as we move forward.
This reminds me of Jane and Rochester’s passionate reunion after their traumatic separation. It is found in the last pages of Jane Eyre.
I arrested his wandering hand, and prisoned it in both mine.
‘Her very fingers!’ he cried; ‘her small, slight fingers! If so there must be more of her.’
The muscular hand broke from my custody; my arm was seized, my shoulder—neck—waist—I was entwined and gathered to him.
‘Is it Jane? WHAT is it? This is her shape—this is her size—‘
‘And this her voice,’ I added. ‘She is all here: her heart, too. God bless you, sir! I am glad to be so near you again.’
‘Jane Eyre!—Jane Eyre,’ was all he said.
‘My dear master,’ I answered, ‘I am Jane Eyre: I have found you out—I am come back to you.’
Although my portrayal of Edward Rochester is not favourable in All Hallows at Eyre Hall, there is no doubt in my mind of the sincerity of their love and passion in Jane Eyre.
However, Rochester’s obsession with Jane, as well as her excessive admiration of and submission to such an egocentric and ruthless character stand in the way of any chance of a positive development in their relationship in the long-term.
Love, like nature, must move on: eppure si muove.
The direction of the movement belongs to the seed of creativity.