because of their ‘bracing ventilation’
and ‘a north wind over the edge.’
that surrounded her father’s house on every side,
formed of a kind of rock called millstone grit,
an angry education that shapes the way her characters
use one another. ‘My love for Heathcliff,’ says Catherine,
a source of little visible delight, but necessary.’
Necessary? I notice the sun has dimmed
I turn and start to recross the moor towards home.
What are the imperatives
together and apart, like pores blown into hot rock
and then stranded out of reach
The last time I saw Law was a black night in September.
Autumn had begun,
A chill fragment of moon rose.
He stood in my living room and spoke
he said of our five years of love.
Inside my chest I felt my heart snap into two pieces
it was like burning. I put out my hand
to touch his. He moved back.
But now he was looking at me.
Yes, I said as I began to remove my clothes.
I turned my back because he likes the back.
He moved onto me.
I learned in that one moment
when I found myself
at a man who no longer cherished me.
There was no area of my mind
that could have done otherwise.
But to talk of mind and body begs the question.
stretched like a surface of millstone grit between body and mind,
where such necessity grinds itself out.
Law stayed with me.
We lay on top of the covers as if it weren’t really a night of sleep and time,
like the children we used to be.
That was a night that centred Heaven and Hell,
but he remained limp, although happy. I came
again and again, each time accumulating lucidity,
on the two souls clasped there on the bed
with their mortal boundaries
I saw the lines harden.
He left in the morning.”