Poetry Trip - Homecoming
The Fiction Dealers venture into poetry.
Hey! This is our weekly poetry trip. Here I’m attempting to share the absolute JOY that I feel, because we’ve found a new flat, which is back in my hometown. I hope you’re enjoying these ventures into poetry with me, because I’m enjoying it very much :)
Okay, enjoy the poem and don’t forget to write with me if you feel inspired! A poem or a micro fiction piece up to 100 words on the word Wanderlust!
A miracle, a moment out of a movie my stomach clenched, feeling groovy the email came at the last moment showing a place for our doormat Let’s stop the roam we're coming home For some, home is four walls and a roof for some it’s the people for me it’s both and neither it’s the people that I love, the proof that I belong It’s the love of my life with her every place is a home But it’s also the space where I grew up the one dictating the pace of my glow up. a little town with barely a thousand peeps a place that never sleeps with a pub called Zee and insanely low tennis fee It’s a place where beer taps run where there’s always fun gone for four years homecoming it is, cheers.
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Each time you cross the threshold they look older than before.
The beloved folks who made you and who soon will be no more.
The air is thick with memories as they strain and cough up phlegm
You're thinking less of history than that someday you’ll be them
Each visit conjures up the past
But it isn’t that at all
You realize that it’s just a glance
Into a crystal ball
A Drabble of Wanderlust (apologizes for the sober tone.)
Helsinki Finland 1944
Toivo had just been released from a field hospital on the outskirts of Helsinki. He was anxious to return home to his beloved wife Lilia, Onni his son and Anneli his daughter. He had been away three years, fighting for his homeland. His wanderlust dream was replaced now by a countryside of death and destruction. His family had promised to make their way to the coastal town of Hanko if they survived.
Toivo walked thirty straight hours, walking barefoot after his boots gave out. Arriving now, he tearfully overlooked the town in ruins. He was now alone.