Clearing
'Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all'
Hermann Hesse
Know your empty
place, make it home
Scar tissue’s
intractable, dead
It’s your wound that
will remind you
who you are. Walk
its edges,
test its depth, map
its contours
your geography of
loss
The trees might seem
distant
They’re eating
sunlight, snagging cloud
When night comes
they’ll slip a spoke
in the turning wheel
of stars
They won’t mind if
you touch them
print their bark on
the skin of your face
listen for the
fizzing sap
rising in your veins
©Deborah Harvey 2016
Art by Dru Marland
Hi Deborah
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your Poem. I expect there are many survivors of abuse trying to make an empty place a home. I like the structure, as well.
I am also a Bristol Poet and recently started a blog: it would be nice if you have time for a quick look.
Thank You. (https://kenhallettblog.wordpress.com)
Takes me to the landscape of my inner emptiness as a victim of childhood abuse. That wound where love could have been.
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Hello Ken - thanks for your comment. I'm glad my poem spoke to you. I'll take a look at your blog.
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