THE HOMECOMING
One from long ago. Don’t kmow when my muse may reappear.
“I’m sober,” he said, “and I love you.
Come home.”
And the pines on the mountain
danced with branches outspread
in a green ecstasy,
the birds sang Ode To Joy
and rebellious hope
flooded the sky and fields.
The forest flared
with green flames,
harps sang in every stream
and waterfalls thundered applause.
Homeward I sped
through Betws and Blaenau,
through Rhaedr reeling along
in a rusty old van
with wings on its wheels.
Over the Severn,
a fairytale drawbridge
hung from the heavens
on silver blue chains.
The motorway gleamed
in the moonlight and rain
and the city lights
seemed like spun gold
as I sped to my home,
just a house in a terrace
but now promised land;
the doors opened wide
and there he stood waiting –
bottle in hand.
amazing poem! loved it
It is a sad tale, Daffni, but told so brilliantly.
Sad too is the fact that this is such a oft repeated tale – as is cheating.
If this was part of your life, Daff, my heart opens up to you with sympathy. I am able to say, “thank God…” about so many things that I am fortunate enough to have NOT experienced in my life, this is one of them.
Blessings and love, Allen x
Beautiful, Daffni. The old ones are always the best. I remember this from a poetry challenge when ‘golden eggs’ were awarded. I don’t know if it ever got one but I believe that is worthy of a nib.
Luigi x
You have now got a nib. Well merited. 🙂
Luigi x