Far Away

Pale sunlight washed over the rooftops

The bitterness of winter had dragged on

For far too long.


A symphony of birdsong welcomed the day

The fresh smell of damp earth filled the air

Breathing new life.


Leaf buds in the hawthorn bush were fatter

Rows of golden daffodils reflected the sun

Heralding spring.


Happy laughter could be heard from playgrounds

Filling the breeze with instant inspiration

A new place to live.


For all the iron Victorian reproduction

Of street lamps and vibrant hanging baskets

Home seemed far away,


In a terraced house

In a seaside town

In a faded photograph

In childhood memories

In a heart that never grew old.


Written for Poetry Jam

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14 Responses to Far Away

  1. Gillena Cox says:

    lovely movement away from winter into the newness of Spring, enjoyed the transition in your poem

    thanks for dropping in to read mine today
    Have a Nice Wednesday

    much love…

  2. brian miller says:

    keep that heart young alan…
    I love the smell of damp earth….
    and here seeming so far from there
    gives me a sense of nostalgia as well…

  3. Anita says:

    That’s great. Can relate with the last stanza as your worda bring many memories…

  4. peggygoetz says:

    The beginning of spring in an ordinary place can be oh so special. Especially in memories.

  5. Sherry Marr says:

    Beautiful, Alan, especially the closing stanza. A wonderful read!

  6. Gabriella says:

    I love the way you shared your memories. It felt like going through an old photo albums.

  7. Mary says:

    I think I can feel spring in your poem, Alan, with leaf buds and daffodils! And I enjoyed the memories shared in the last stanza.

  8. kaykuala h says:

    All good things anticipated will all seem far away. Human yearnings keep having life’s goodness on its toes. Wonderful thoughts Alan!


  9. Sumana Roy says:

    I love how serenity slowly turns into a sad longing…beautifully done Alan…

  10. Alan,

    Loved this poem, as it reminds me of my frequent thoughts back to my birth city of Belfast. Certain things always remind me of growing up there. The Botanical Gardens in particular, especially with its beds of spring flora..Hope is in the air and spring as well!!


  11. Ramya Rao says:

    Could feel the longing and also the season spring in the poem. Beautifully penned!

  12. Truedessa says:

    A lovely poem, I especially like the hanging baskets…the last stanza really pulls the reader in for a view. Thanks for sharing.

  13. All right… I am going to try again. I just whined quite a bit about how your poem put me in mind of how winter seems to have lasted forever in New York City and I’m ready for spring, but something ate my comment. Let’s see if this works…

  14. jammy7000 says:

    A lovely poem, Alan. Travelling forward from Winter into Spring, but also backward from maturity to youth made for a lovely study in contrary motion to the same destination.
    Nicholas V.

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