Home
written by: Elizabeth Barton
@DestinyAngel25
Home is where I place my hat,
The hearth is my burning strategy,
The fire is my heart aflame
And makes a bed for my repose.
The walls are formed with my dreams,
And enclose my abode of rest;
The fabric of my pillow is desire,
The magic of will becomes a nest.
Where I lie my dreams abide,
And form a crucible of alchemy
Upon an altar drawing heaven down
And prayers sent form a coverlet.
Home is where I found my heart
A canopy of a life richly lived,
The altar is the firm foundation
And proof of magic makes the roof.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
The accompanying image is a drawing of a view from my window in a small village on the English south coast, where I used to live.
Elizabeth Barton is an artist and poet from New Zealand, with work featured in Pink Plastic House, Fevers of the Mind, Black Bough Poetry’s Rapture and Christmas/Winter Edition 2021 and Vita Brevis Literature, Nothing Divine Dies. A winner of the 2020 White Label Cinq competition, she has a forthcoming poetry collection to be published by Hedgehog Poetry Press. Her art is in private and public collections worldwide, including the V & A Prints Collection, London.
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