I have this dream; I go about each moment With glorious intention. Every step; Every twist and turn. Poised; considered. My existence sculpted By genteel movements, Founded at my branches; Wrists, elbows, shoulders, knees. Heart and mind. Moving with integrity and vision. My life form. The clay of the earth, Malleable as a child’s mind. All questions have answers Which need not be sought. If only dreams Were anything but their name.

This morning you lay next to me Tonight, you take your leave. Now all that lies beside me Is the scent of your sleep. The scent deems all else forgettable, Including those invisible strings Which wrap your digitus anularis. I’ll remember them in the morning When you lie next to me, But for now, my stomach is searing With an ill-favoured seismic rumble Because I can’t find your love for me.

A small explanation: Lockwood is a character that embodies the bourgeois detachment and moral hypocrisy of the majority of Victorian society in Wuthering Heights. He is an unreliable narrator to readers both of the past and current era and although the novel was from his perspective, he remained a passive and static character from beginning to end, (along with other narrator Nelly Dean) reflecting how a stifling environment causes a stubborn hold onto traditional values which