Thoughts on England while abroad

England – I never thought I'd feel

need for your damp and cooler days;

abroad I roam yet wish to steal

          from tiring rays.


Empty these southern climes now seem;

empty the sun, the sea, the leisure,

the passing souls. This former dream

          brings no more pleasure.


These shedding leaves announce September -

the birds depart - I wish to part.

These fading charms make me remember

          that home is heart.


But what is home to one at core

as restless as the butterfly?

Who sick of wandering craves more

          and knows not why.


While treading paths of old may wake

unresting ghosts that haunt the past -

only dividing waves might break

          the spells they cast.


Not free within I bear this rift -

while England leaves its harbour soon,

perhaps the sea to guideless drift -

          lone as the moon.


No other land my home can give;

so - in the land within you'll be,

where your undying embers live

          in memory.

poem by chris laverty

◄ In Despondency

Emelie ►


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keith jeffries

Mon 16th Sep 2019 21:51

An intriguing poem in which the traveller comes to a certain conclusion, not often arrived at, in knowing that England can be anywhere, as Rupert Brook once wrote.

Thank you for this


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