One Poem by Daphne Wilson

 

Homecoming

 

From the drone’s eye 

we see the black line

winding homeward, beside the azure sea.

A human tide, it throws itself

against nothing but rubble and dust

and seeps among the crumbled cliffs of homes now levelled.

 

‘I cannot find it’

she simply says.

(Referring to her home)

Once more ….

‘I cannot find it -

I thought I would have known the place’.

 

No. 

You do not know this place.

A scrap of cloth flutters by,

a tablecloth or bed cover?

For a moment her heart leaps 

to think it might be hers -

but really,

how would anyone know?

 

For when all you have is 

crushed, crumbled

filthy and fragmented

and ground back into the sand

then the home you had

is truly gone.

Though the home of the heart remains.

Daphne Wilson is an emerging writer from Belfast. She has had poems published in Causeway Magazine which features writing in both Gaelic and English, from Ireland and Scotland, by Lothlorien Poetry and Worktown Words. Much of her poetry examines themes of change in the natural landscape, the world and in her own life.