And so we came home to Eden
But Eden wasn’t home anymore
And we had grown out of it.
Seedlings nurtured by parental love
Branching out reaching out towards a world
Where Eden wasn’t familiar
And we had no place to call home.
Just an intimation an emotion
A security which represents home.
And then we asked the question
From the sudden realisation
Is home synonymous with kindred love
Is kindred love home?
Alison Jean Hankinson
This post/poem was added in response to d’Verse Poetics which took a closer look at the work of Ally Saunders.
The image that I responded to was this one, which is entitled Many Paths. I believe that I have travelled along many paths and have stumbled many times and however hard it is to journey down -my latest path is leading towards my kindred home.
#d'Verse-Poetics: Ally Saunders – A Closer Look
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Thanks for participating in the prompt, Alison. No worries about being late.
I think “home” is wherever one feels safe, loved, free to be themselves. A lovely poem.
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oh such a beautiful take. and that final two lines are thought-provoking.
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