washwish wanderheart

(In response to "Eveline," a chapter of James Joyce's Dubliners, in the format of Gerard Manley Hopkins' "Spring and Fall")

Eveline are you grieving?
Over adventure's leaps at leaving?
Daddy's abuse was just enough, to
be too much, but not enough to
push you over the edge of abandon
your doubts line up in mortal tandem.
there, there, little girl, don't ever dream
of leaving home, of ripping a seam
of saying exactly what you mean.
washwish your wanderheart into its cage
you and your mother, same at that age
what fear sprouted, hearthope could not subdue
deer, in stockstill silence, wasting seconds few.
you'll return to your dear drunken dad,
this day will forever leave your spent heart sad.