I am not a wanderer.
These feet find too much home
in sandstone slopes
and moss edged red bricks
tucked up in dandelion lawns
and weather worn fence posts.
These souls loose their itch
too close to the boundary mark.
Shutter up too soon after leaving.
Always find a way of looking back
and remembering
everything I want. I have.
I just have to turn around.
My first poem since January. The prompt was to write a poem about the adventure of travel but I’m not ashamed to say that I’m an utter home bird. I do like visiting new places but I hate being away from home for long. I’m one of those people who’s attachment to their own bed beats almost every other attachment I have.
I like knowing that I’m at home.
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Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019.
She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can.
Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears.
She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.
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Maybe the best part of leaving is to go back again for you… we all find the comfort where we like it most.
I totally agree. My “adventure” was to time travel back to place in time when I was child and to that home. The best part of going away is coming home! The last line just says it all.
I’m exactly the same, Carol. I love my home. I used to travel but I’ve got everything I want now, including memories. I love the poem. 😊
Such a heartfelt write 🙂
My second son is a homebody so I can know how it feels to be home bound ~
Well, this is so special! So descriptive of the place you are drawn to.
I can relate to being a homebody. It’s always nice to be back home after a trip no matter how great it was and be able to crawl into your own bed. Well put!
This is beautifully written. I like travelling, too. But after a while, I start missing home. Home is where I feel safe. 🙂
This is brilliant and it neatly turns the travel dream on its head. I feel we should be happy where we are. I should be but have got restless again. You convey a sense of peace and being at home with yourself in this. I thought my ‘soul had lost its itch’ wonderful line!
This reminded me of pre-Dwarf Bilbo – content and happy to watch others go. Loved the feel of this.
Oh, me too. I like short trips and long stays at home.
Beautiful thoughts…!
Thank you.
Wander lust
Wonder lust..
two ways of looking
as us.. wE a nation
of satisfied
and
movers
and shakers…
Home and travel..:)