I remember hearing a poem when i was younger at school about Miss Havisham; which was actually the first time i ever heard of the character, and i feel that it exudes the thoughts and emotions of the character really well.
Beloved sweetheart bastard. Not a day since then
I haven’t wished him dead. Prayed for it
ropes on the back of my hands I could strangle with.
so hard I’ve dark green pebbles for eyes,
in bed cawing Nooooo at the wall; the dress
Spinster. I stink and remember. Whole days
the slewed mirror, full-length, her, myself, who did this
yellowing, trembling if I open the wardrobe;
Some nights better, the lost body over me,
to me? Puce curses that are sounds not words.
my fluent tongue in its mouth in its ear
hate behind a white veil; a red balloon bursting
then down till I suddenly bite awake. Love’s
in my face. Bang. I stabbed at a wedding cake.
Don’t think it’s only the heart that b-b-b-breaks.
Give me a male corpse for a long slow honeymoon.
Carol Ann Duffy
https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/havisham
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