Arrival
I want to make you my home --
slip in, unnoticed perhaps
drop my keys in a silvery announcement
and fall across your sofa
a wide lap of welcome
my shoes can stay at the door
unneeded forever, bare
feet padding softly through your rooms
we'll let the ivy curl wildly
up over our windows
dappling the view, keeping our secret
safe, this place I've seen
somewhere before, familiar
and only waiting for me to arrive
--smh
So nice to be
back in the saddle!
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11 comments:
I'd sure love to make that place my home, too! Nice!
smiles. hope you find it...sounds like you are already comfortable there...nice mag!
lovely words
An absolute delight - glad I didn't miss this one!!
That was just lovely, Susan, beautiful poetry!
lovely take on this prompt...may you always find peace in your new home here...I think you already have...bkm
Thanks, all -- Actually I intended this as a love poem when I wrote it, not about the house at all (although the house image inspired it of course). . . I wonder if it would read that way if it weren't presented with the picture?
Oh, so comforting! Beautiful poem.
You know, the ivy really is curling wildly over the front windows at WM. Every fall, we have to cut them out!
Nicely done...
Aaah. To have such a house waiting. A wondrous thought indeed.
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