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Home again
Home again,the garden gate
faded ,locked, yet welcomes.
Home again,good to be back.
The key turns, home, home,
home again ,good to be back .
Did I turn off the taps three weeks ago ?
(soon to know) .Were the windows locked ?
The central heating off.and I was home.
Close the faded garden gate, throw the bolt
lock the door make a cup of tea.
Home again good to be back.
Four weeks with the family,deep
where once I lived, Northamptonshire .
Familiar lanes and limestone churches
bell practice on a Friday,dogs to walk
hens and a cat to feed, red wine
at the six-foot table, talk and laughter.
A lovely time, good to be back.
I shall go back again and yet again
I have the key to their front door
no need to knock ,good to go back.
feel the cat at my feet as I sleep ,
tomatoes from the garden, eggs
bantams, rabbits and a cockateel.
faded ,locked, yet welcomes.
Home again,good to be back.
The key turns, home, home,
home again ,good to be back .
Did I turn off the taps three weeks ago ?
(soon to know) .Were the windows locked ?
The central heating off.and I was home.
Close the faded garden gate, throw the bolt
lock the door make a cup of tea.
Home again good to be back.
Four weeks with the family,deep
where once I lived, Northamptonshire .
Familiar lanes and limestone churches
bell practice on a Friday,dogs to walk
hens and a cat to feed, red wine
at the six-foot table, talk and laughter.
A lovely time, good to be back.
I shall go back again and yet again
I have the key to their front door
no need to knock ,good to go back.
feel the cat at my feet as I sleep ,
tomatoes from the garden, eggs
bantams, rabbits and a cockateel.
Published 8th Oct 2016
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8th Oct 2016 2:54pm
8th Oct 2016 9:06pm
8th Oct 2016 7:34pm
Wondrous journey home detailed in every line.
The only place that tripped me up was here:
I have the key to the their front door
There's something about faded old gates that
capture my attention. I always wanted one for some reason.
And the wine at the six foot table was astounding imagery
reminiscent of an era where bigger tables were needed
to accommodate large families.
I enjoyed the journey to and fro, Kexby.
Thanks for sharing.
The only place that tripped me up was here:
I have the key to the their front door
There's something about faded old gates that
capture my attention. I always wanted one for some reason.
And the wine at the six foot table was astounding imagery
reminiscent of an era where bigger tables were needed
to accommodate large families.
I enjoyed the journey to and fro, Kexby.
Thanks for sharing.
' I have the key to their front door . . . .' the definite article is a typo . . . .my daughter has given me the key to the door so that I can'let myself in' any time I visit. . . . . .My garden gate is faded green and peeling To paint it would spoil. The windows around the house are peeling their varnish but I do not paint them until they are really bad,then I replace them one by one.The next will be the garage door and window. The local window company are happy to do one at a time which they can do to fill in a quiet day !
The house is in the middle of a wild woodland 90% of the plants self sow wild flowers in the lawn
The six foot table has a scrubbed top and is used for hobbies games and meals and hours of conversation .
I lke to draw in the reader in my poetry only allowing them a sketch,description at a minimum.I never use similes Thank you for calling Ahavati
The house is in the middle of a wild woodland 90% of the plants self sow wild flowers in the lawn
The six foot table has a scrubbed top and is used for hobbies games and meals and hours of conversation .
I lke to draw in the reader in my poetry only allowing them a sketch,description at a minimum.I never use similes Thank you for calling Ahavati
9th Oct 2016 1:19am
Thats a beautiful poem. I read in pictures as you know and what I see is picture-postcard beauty. Kexby.:)
9th Oct 2016 10:01am
Thank you Grace for your praise..I am moving, in my poetry, closer to prose I use a loose form at the best of times ( so a change should be easy ).I want to draw readers into my writing,One aspect of poetry is the reading..When reading my own poetry I give great importance to the spaces between the words,the silences speak volumes speaking slowly and quietly makes listeners listen and digest the messages reading ones own poetry should allow the writer an insight to their own composition.I will stop . . . . .that's enough for Sunday morning. Have a good day !
