How powerful are our words? How do they manipulate the people around us?

After a long, long hiatus, I have written a short poem. it is pretty simplistic in form and language, as I am still finding my writing legs again. Please bear with me and my thoughts, dear Reader.

Angelina was used to fending for herself in a lonely corner of Dartmoor with her small yet devoted household to keep her company. After her parents died and left her with only the house to call her own, Angelina's one over-ruling concern was to look after Brooklyn Grange. Her solitary existence is threatened with the advent of a stranger in the middle of a freak snowstorm; and on top of that, the man doesn't even have the courtesy of remembering his own name.

Rachel Warren was an ordinary maiden leading an ordinary yet secure life, until an unforeseen misfortune forces her to take up a post as governess to two young girls. Follow her as she travels the paths of her life where she gets her first job, falls in love and finds herself in the middle of adventures she had never dreamed of.

A little piece about the innocence of childhood memories...

Mrs. Bennet had spoiled all the matrimonial chances of her two eldest daughters by her obnoxious behaviour during the Netherfield Ball in Pride and Prejudice. But no mother ever thinks that she could be the instrument in destroying her child's chances. A short glimpse into her mind, and what could have motivated her actions that night.