Homecoming

by Tanya Southey   Jun 20, 2018


Homecoming isn’t
the same anymore
the furniture has
been rearranged
and grief sits in
your empty chair

The spoon has
leached its metal
into my tea and
the milk seems
curdled even though
it’s in the halcyon days
before its use by date

There is a fragment
of me standing
on the mantlepiece
a part of you is laughing
next to me

Will this new me
ever wear the previous
mantle of my peace?

Home is no longer
a physical place
to rest and retreat in
it’s the sound of
an opera floating
on the breeze
the scent of roses
after summer rain
hydrangeas growing
in the shade of a
mossy wall
pasta in a blue and
white ceramic bowl

Homecoming
shattered
to shards
of memories
scattered like ashes
appearing
wherever I am

© Tanya Southey

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  • 2 years ago

    by VAHID

    there is a delicate connection between the lines...i like it.

    • 2 years ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Thank you, it's great getting feedback from other writers

  • 2 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    A very beautiful write and one I felt so deeply that I am adding it to my favorites. A warm welcome to the site!

    • 2 years ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Thank you so much! That is a warm wlecome indeed :)

  • 2 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Hi Tanya welcome to the site. A lovely piece with some great metaphors. Milly x

  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    The spoon has
    leached its metal
    into my tea

    ^^

    Love this and the write as a whole. A very warm welcome to the site.

    Ben

  • 2 years ago

    by Brenda

    Tanya, I liked this a lot. It's very melancholy and the longing for what used to be . Well done and welcome to P&Q.

    • 2 years ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Thank you so much - for both the welcome and the feedback.

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