Finally saw The Edge of Love and it was mildly satisfying. It wasn’t the best, but I’m always a sucker for these period dramas and all its luscious cinematography. And besides from that, just watching Keira Knightley and Sienna Miller in all those wool cardigans and silk dresses gets me so excited for autumn. Every year during August, when the humidity in Houston is most unbearable and I look at the way my boots are all sad and droopy, I get really anxious for the cold weather to arrive. And there’s nothing better than a soft cardigan to warm me up when the Houston chill finally blows through the city.
Love in the Asylum
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds
Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds
Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.
She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies
She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.