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Broken Silence is an emotionally charged poetic romance

Broken SilenceBroken Silence by Felice Stevens

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Beautiful, powerful, emotionally charged and filled with some wonderful poetry, this is a truly stunning romance from Felice.

Age gap, slow burn, opposites attract, professor/student, different side of the tracks, there are so many ways to describe this narrative but it’s ultimately about what’s on the surface not mattering at all when you find your perfect partner.

I adored prickly Justin, his past something which sat heavy on his shoulders every day, how he didn’t seem able to catch a break, how he opened up through the poetry which was grudgingly pulled out of him by Professor Harding.

And the Prof himself? Foster is a beautiful character, sheltered and alone in his youth because of parents who didn’t know how to deal with a child they hadn’t expected, to broken by his ex-wife’s trampling all over his heart but inspired and rejuvenated by Julian’s poetry and his passions.

This is a wonderful story and I adored it.

Now, Ross and Benny maybe please Felice?

#ARC kindly received from the author in return for an honest and unbiased review

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The Stolen Child

Glencar Lough, Ireland by Jon Sullivan.

WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeats

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