I didn’t realise we had so much in common: birth and baptism (of couse) attempts at gardening books and reading (of course) juvenile writing and poetry (naturally) novel writing and a diary (love of) art and music imaginary world and depression teaching contentment at home stay in Brussels I lived in Cologne and Ireland) return to England visit to York (she with Anne I with daughter and husband) essays on cats (I wrote poems) and death of cat (I mourned two) Kim M. Russell, 28th April 2023
Brontë Parsonage Museum by Hannah Smith on Unsplash (I can’t find my own photos of Haworth)
On day twenty-eight of NaPoWriMo 2023, we have an optional prompt with so much potential: we are writing index poems, either starting with found language from an actual index or inventing an index, somewhat in the style of a poem by Kell Connor, entitled ‘Index’.
I’ve gone the found route, which has left me with a pile of books I want to re-read and a poem discovered in the huge index of The Brontës by Juliet Barker. I decided to focus on the section on Emily, which on its own was big, and to select all the things we have in common, move them around, and add some words of my own.
writing in north norfolk 
Well done, Kim.
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Thank you, Judy.
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I love how the prompt led to connections for you.
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Thanks Merril!
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You’re welcome!
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I can understand this poem (most of the others, I don’t) and as a poem poem, I like it, though I still don’t see where the index comes in. I’m too tired for this kind of stuff.
What a touching idea to identify some points in common with a woman who was so misunderstood in her lifetime, and lived in such an oppressive environment. (I grew up near Haworth and found those Pennine villages depressing).
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I loved visiting Haworth. I had an accident on the way back from the Bronte Falls and we had to cut our trip short, but I’ll never forget that place and feeling closer to Emily.
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The moors are very atmospheric, but I always found them very bleak, treeless, and all that black stone…
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I love the mirror-image quality of this poem Kim. It feels like looking through a time-travel looking glass. Really well done.
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Thank you, Arti!
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