Besides researching and looking in the world of Jane Austen (and 19th century Life), I do write poetry as well. I have issues with sharing them (as most people probably do) as they tend to be personal on some level. But then, what writer doesn’t include some of their own experience when creating art? Please note that this is very rough and not polished at all.
They haunt, beckon,
Disturb; they pierce into my mind
Penetrating unknown recesses.
They can be as stormy as the sea,
As icy as a glacier,
Filled with heat to turn sand into glass.
Each one containing a volcano of expressions.
The gaze they deliver can be
Sultry enough for me to drown in them
While stripped bare of defenses.
They caress as they wound.