A little suburban art for you…

A safe harbour: home

The Suburbs

MILES and miles of quiet houses, every house a harbour,
Each for some unquiet soul a haven and a home,
Pleasant fires for winter nights, for sun the trellised arbour,
Earth the solid underfoot, and heaven for a dome.

Washed by storms of cleansing rain, and sweetened with affliction,
The hidden wells of Love are heard in one low-murmuring voice
That rises from this close-meshed life so like a benediction
That, listening to it, in my heart I almost dare rejoice.

Enid Derham
I am taking a week off to do some settling in and to go camping this weekend, so please enjoy this poem in the interim.   I confess to not always getting poetry, but I love this poem about my home, the suburbs.  Something about the language and of “unquiet souls” and every home a “harbour.”  So simple, easy and comfortable.  Just like home.
photo credit:  Barbara Paulsen

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