(1914 - 1997 / Gloucestershire / England)

Home From Abroad

Far-fetched with tales of other worlds and ways,
My skin well-oiled with wines of the Levant,
I set my face into a filial smile
To greet the pale, domestic kiss of Kent.

But shall I never learn? That gawky girl,
Recalled so primly in my foreign thoughts,
Becomes again the green-haired queen of love
Whose wanton form dilates as it delights.

Her rolling tidal landscape floods the eye
And drowns Chianti in a dusky stream;
he flower-flecked grasses swim with simple horses,
The hedges choke with roses fat as cream.

So do I breathe the hayblown airs of home,
And watch the sea-green elms drip birds and shadows,
And as the twilight nets the plunging sun
My heart's keel slides to rest among the meadows.

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I don't know if you'll ever see this comment, but this poem is so beautiful! I love your use of imagery; it's so fresh and original. My favorite lines are where you described the roses and the bird laden trees: The hedges choke with roses fat as cream. / And watch the sea-green elms drip birds and shadows. Amazing work! ~