Far-Sickness

She posts her pictures online for all to see

Her adventures in a foreign land;

Pictures of buildings and rocks and statues

And flowers and trees,

Places and things I’ve never seen

But ache for as if exiled from home,

My desolate soul heartsick for a place

I know in my bones I belong to

As surely as I know every curve and edge

Of my own face in the mirror,

Though I’ve never once stepped foot

Upon its shores.

 

 

**Photo courtesy of Beth Teliho and poem inspired by her trip to England and a different photo that didn’t work out as well as I thought it would;

Title inspired by this definition:

fernweh: Being homesick for a place you’ve never been to; an ache for distant places; literal translation: far-sickness.

 

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Recess (Going On Holiday)

“Come and play” the soft voice whispers in my ear,

And I open my eyes to see who is there.

“Come and play” it whispers again

As I rub and stretch the sleep from my skin.

 

“It’s nice out here. Come and see.”

But I ignore the words and drink my tea.

“Please come and play. I’m lonely and bored.”

Instead I read the news and leave the voice ignored.

 

“Won’t you at least look outside?”

I glance at the pile of dishes needing to be washed and dried.

“Isn’t the sky looking especially blue?”

It does remind me of the waters of Corfu.

 

Maybe I’ll step outside for a moment, or two

Feel the sun on my face, let the breeze set my hair askew.

But then, perhaps, a drive might be nice

Go somewhere new, let fate roll the dice.

 

“Come and play” the sky whispered in my ear,

So I packed my bags. Au revoir, my dear.