I’m finding it very hard to get ‘home’ today and feeling rootless and disengaged from the world. My writing seems mediocre and half-baked so just a poem today.
About trying to get back to *that* place.
Long Way Home
It’s a long way home
To the cats, the barns, the belfry’s
Rape-seed gorges and ever-distant voices
To the dusty halls and houses
And you.
It’s a long way home
To the view of saffron from our tiny hill
A message in damson, the Fishers regal bill
And to the total, utter thrill
that’s you.
Bales and dragonflies plus twice-kissed wine
Seeds, pollen and nothing that was ever mine
Picture-books bulging in pockets
For nostalgia raids
And my particular addiction withering with
each day for you.
It’s a long way home
To a creamy moon & shell-pink yarrow
Names that entangle tongues, the roar of salt & shadow
To the love, the hate, the marrow
Of you.
November 23, 2015 at 11:18 am
Lovely, Singers. 10 on 10.
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November 23, 2015 at 11:57 am
Thank you x
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November 25, 2015 at 11:28 pm
Wow I love this! “Seeds, pollen, and nothing that was ever mine” …*high fives
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November 26, 2015 at 8:34 am
That makes me very happy 🙂
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