Posted on Monday, 27 February 2006
When dreaming of Darcy
The best of all men
I'm Elizabeth Bennet.
I'm twenty again.
Life can be cruel
But one can recover
By conjuring Darcy
Our own daemon lover.
For fanfiction authors
In stories prolific
His endowments
(in property and manliness)
Are mythic!
His honour, his ardour, (his bunchage!)
Are the stuff
Of which legends are made
And we can't get enough!
He sayeth so little
(Of Jane's words, at least)
That here we must stir up
Our own verbal feast.
As long as the imaginings
Of our authors abound
There'll be more than enough Darcy
To go around.