This is home now

The Secret Keeper’s prompt this week was to use these five words in a poem:



This is home now, this broad plain,

Filled with lushness and a tranquil river.

This place is mine, to learn and to know,

Down to its smallest crevice, its most secret flower.

This place will be my rock, my anchor,

When the way ahead is fogged with rain,

And black birds flap across a lowering sky.

My castle hath a pleasant seat,

Though tears may come,

Now, I hear only laughter.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

20 thoughts on “This is home now”

  1. To experience such a deep connection to your environment. It holds such depth, as though a memory is awakened of other times, where you once were in another life time and now the familiar has returned. Your poem is so flowing and the content so soothing.

    1. I suppose the underlying idea is that all roots mesh together, all of the natural world is connected and roots in one past, distant place reach down to roots in the present. I do feel strongly connected to place, you’re right, much more than to people.

      1. There is something about places that have a larger presence then we often do. We leave traces but take more with us when we go, but if we return, I wonder if the power is still there? I think it would be.

      2. All things being equal. Sometimes though, going back is filled with so many conflicting emotions that we see a place with different eyes and forget how we used to feel. Part of the ‘you can’t go back’ syndrome maybe.

      3. Part of the ‘me’ may not want to go back; or it may not even be there the way it was imagined or remembered. For me, it is better not to do any of the above, unfortunately, but I will write about it. I do think someday I will. Until then I will write and write what I want to write. I find it is better not to write about my life or a fictional version of it. More fun to take off on other tangents.

      4. I feel very similar. I don’t put me in anything I write nor my immediate family. Since most of them, except fo my siblings, are dead, it’s too painful to dig around in their memories.

      5. Oh, Totally in the same place on this issue. I told my new psychotherapist today, I don’t want to be semi-autobiographical. What I am working on now is way far removed from any similarities with my life, IT MAKES IT FUN. My statement made him smile. I was pleased. It really is more fun. My new novel is thrilling to work on. Like play. β‡βœ΄πŸŒ πŸŒˆπŸ”°

      6. I think you’re right. After all, if you accept that everything that happens is just one of thousands of different possibilities, your fun perspective could have been just as ‘real’ if you or those around you had made different choices.

    1. Thank you πŸ™‚ It might be because I always seem to be on the move that I don’t attach much importance to things, but I feel strongly attached to places. The people change and things are just bits of inanimate junk really, but the place is always there.

  2. Tender, tranquil, hopeful. What joy to look forward to in getting to know a new place, “Down to its smallest crevice, its most secret flower.”

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