Coming Home
She travelled far and wide, ambled east to west
For a place she could call home
The nomadic compass pointed north
It must be somewhere close
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I. The Seek
A posh modern exterior stood, frigid and withdrawn
Like rain cascading down the surface of a cold pebble
Its interiors caged like forbidding metal heart
Windows peered back with a vacuous smile
Its formidable walls lead to a cul de sac
*
II. Moving On
Along the field an ornate furnished mason stood
A wrought-iron gate pines for a good harangue
Opulent garden laden with toxic pollen of lilies
Its historical glory lost in the former days of yore
A reminder that something sensational once thrived
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III. Home
Beyond the tranquil blue and deep green foliage
Serendipity unmask one whimsical house,
Peering over the hills unassumingly
Its smoldering elegance enchants all around
A safe haven, finally found.
*
But time is an autocrat, that fateful day came
Sundering the home and her apart
She collected the debris, all reeking of despondence
Once again travelled far and wide, ambled east to west…
– 2nd November 2014
