Home is where the heart is

And is the heart

Not beating out of those green

Hills

From those beaches

Made from

Gold

And

Childhood

Let’s forget

For a second

That we ever dreamt of

Steel

#poetry #home

Home is beyond me.

It took these days of calamity

To understand home

Is not us

Days such as these

Call us into ourselves

Away from the visions

Of glories unknown

Have you ever lost someone

As they stand in front of you?

Like a room shrinking down

To a single square of lino

Build around you timber walls

Hold them together with love

And truth

How big is my shoulder?

How could we know

That you would set us free

These memories taste like salt

And oil

Go by the old road

To the dirt track

And the houses

Made from iron

And tin

Go by the old road

Where the woman

With bright eyes

Remembers days of gloves

And hats

And Friday night dances

Go by the old road

And see the moment

Held within a glance

Into a shop

Filled with old love

We would do well

To go by the old road now

And see

Where our past

May collide with our present

I see my ghosts on the shore.

Memories that play in the sand

The water, those past feelings,

Lap

And pull

On a shore that is past

And future

At twilight

With a crescent moon

The stars are a map of

Possible presents

I will change

Die

And I will be

Becoming

Held within

The confines

Of existence

Looking out a window

Towards a horizon

Of ambition

In a padded cell

Eating well

Resting

beginning to understand

Life is order

And chaos

A bus full of people

Tired eyes and air pods

Jackets.

The weather shakes nervously

Like it might rain

or snow.

The clouds move like thieves across the sky.

I burrow into a book

In search of invisibility.

I feel like a siren.

My car has a hole in the floor

A tear in the metal

That's teaching me patience.

At home is a bed

I bought for a lover.

It’s a secret

That you're holding

And hiding

Behind soft,

Terrible eyes.

You invite

With colours

Of dull blue

And purple.

You twist away

There is more I’m sure

Behind hair

And a glance

Is a self beyond flesh.

You live above me

You and your stare.

At home in my fantasy

Of coffee

And twisted bedsheets