At last

For the dverse prompt.

 

She thought of the rows of beans and the scent of the bean flowers. She thought of the small window that looked west. “I think we can live there,” she said.

Tehanu, Ursula K. Le Guin

 

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Lakes and islands, lake isle and burgeoning

bean rows busy with bees. Lake water laps,

 

and somewhere distant the ocean beats. Pink falls at

dusk, deepening to purple when the last bird falls silent.

 

Dreams wander this open field where no beans grow

but a vine in four rows between oak and elder.

 

Hope grows thick as beans with the scent of roses,

and a brook ripples with water clear as any lake.

 

Here is the place, the last place perhaps, where we will

root, and the last leaves falling will cover us in gold.

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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.

41 thoughts on “At last”

    1. Thanks Lisa. I describe what could be. What destroys every bit of nature is the human element. We trash beauty just by being here, making roads through it, killing the wildlife that lives in it, building urban sprawl across it, or turning it into a tourist attraction. It’s depressing and hard to airbrush our presence out of it.

  1. To stretch your words, the halcyon place you describe could be beyond the veil. It is much harder to unearth that place in the Now.

  2. “Here is the place, the last place perhaps, where we will

    root, and the last leaves falling will cover us in gold.”

    That is outstanding.

    1. It would be lovely if it wasn’t for the hunters. Anywhere with a bit of wildlife and you’ll find them, popping away with their dogs and cars. I hate them. No true peace while there are killers on the loose.

  3. Lovely alliteration and continuation from the quote. I especially like “Dreams wander this open field where no beans grow”. We always have our dreams.

  4. Great choice of book and quote, Jane. I’d settle for rows of beans busy with bees and the view of the lake. I especially love the lines:
    ‘Hope grows thick as beans with the scent of roses,
    and a brook ripples with water clear as any lake.’

    1. I would too. We’re trying to square the circle, surrounding ourselves in peace and quiet but not being reliant on the car for essentials. Haven’t managed it yet. Town is too far and there’s no public transport.

  5. This is one of my favorite books, about what happens to the heroes when the the journey ends, as all journeys do (a favorite theme of LeGuin).

    1. I think it’s my favourite of all the Earthsea books. I’ve seen it criticised because ‘nothing happens’ in it!!!! There aren’t enough dragons and wizards doing magic. It’s a much more female book with the emphasis on real life.

  6. I thought of Tehanu while I read, naturally enough. And of Earthsea. And of Le Guin and nature and Mary Oliver and finding home.

    Mostly, certainly, I thought of your words, how they lead us to where “Hope grows thick” with “last leaves” covering us in gold. As gold leaves can do. What a full way to live at last or even for the last.

    1. It’s all about the endings, isn’t it. Who was it said you shouldn’t look for the place you want to live, but the place where you want to die? Something like that. It ought to be the sum of the whole life, the best part stored up.

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