Fay Slimm.

Back There



Back There.


Oh for those hills of my homeland
greening their fall
to the sea, oh for rainbow's sheen 
topping flat waters of
sandy coves, dreams from abroad
hear calling of gulls
hungry for catching bounty's haul
and they, like me 
scream for another small helping  
of lost hospitality.

Oh how I yearn for each morning's 
wake to cooler breezes,  
where coastline old granite boasts     
as sentinel and valleys
hide essential hold on open doors
for returners who 
remember the essence of kin-folk

Oh to chase high-tide  
breaking as white-beach rollers, 
to be nightly tucked in
by motherland air and then rest
in that special fold 
of its ample breasted welcome.

Oh to be back there once more.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 9th, 2020 07:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: Thinking of all those who though sent as soldiers to foreign war-field assignments eagerly wait to be going home.
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.


  • Neville

    Having once served overseas in our very own Royal Air Force, I can fully appreciate each little sentiment and those micro observational snatches you have woven throughout .. I have no doubt tho that 'Back There' will have a much wider appeal .. and so it should .. and not only just now as we draw close to the magical 11.11.11 but always ....


    • Fay Slimm.

      Glad you related to the minutia of what makes home so attractive to those serving abroad Nev. - - I tried to creep into the thoughts and the loneliness and hoped that the imagery made a bit of sense................ thanking you masses as ever my friend for your early visit and comment........x.

    • orchidee

      Good write Fay.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Thank you Orchi.

      • dusk arising

        Dreamed of home, whilst surrounded by deaths active machine of war not knowing if tomorrow would be the last, or the day after that as it had been for so many who came along, side by side to this godforsaken hell.

        Is it any wonder that they never spoke of such days when home again where their dead brothers had dreamed of being.

        Very thought provoking poetry Fay.

        • Fay Slimm.

          You sentence it well that feel of dread at the end of each day when so many around are left as dead - war has place for the dreamers and yet that is what lots of those boys were and still are. Many thanks D.A. for your perceptive comment on Back There.

        • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

          Wow you imagined on their behalf, how they the soldiers would miss home turf, home beaches sights and sounds abroad. How nice it would be if there was no need for them. soldiers have a hard sad job ah. Kudos for the sea cliff imagery as well. Kudos .

          Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem here. Thanks.

          • Fay Slimm.

            So very rue Zay - - how lovely it would be on this planet with now need for soldiers or war....... thank you so much for your visit and your thoughtful comment on Back There.

          • MendedFences27

            " Lost hospitality, tucked in by motherland air, the essence of kin-folk," for me, these phrases are the core of the loneliness. Your poem describes the longing in great truth. It is deeper than being "homesick," more pervasive than "missing someone," or dreaming of home cooking. It is an attachment to the land in all its forms, to its people, and its culture. You have captured that giant hole in one's heart with grace and beauty. A lovely poem Fay - Phil A.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Your lovely comment warms my heart Phil - I hoped to present the core of what folk go through when serving abroad and parted by conscriptional dictates of war - - the draw of home means much more than we imagine and thank you masses for your visit and read of Back There.

            • Syd

              Hi Faye, this is a lovely write. Another lovely woman from another poetry site was just asking me if I knew any other good poetry sites...I suggested this one and mentioned your name as I think you would get along great as you're both gifted writers.

              Long time no read - Syd xo

              • Fay Slimm.

                So pleased you thought the read of Back There held your attention my friend and what a kind compliment re. your suggestion on good poetry sites - - thank you very muchly on both counts dear Syd.

              • Goldfinch60

                Emotive words Fay, said by so many during those awful times of war.


                • Fay Slimm.

                  Thank you for the read and thoughtful comment my friend - yes war brings awful times.

                • L. B. Mek

                  'Oh for those hills of my homeland
                  greening their fall'
                  'Oh how I yearn for each morning's
                  wake to cooler breezes,'
                  'Oh to chase high-tide
                  breaking as white-beach rollers,'
                  'Oh to be back there once more.'

                  Brilliant Fay!
                  I endure with what little talent fate has granted me, so as one day, I can pen something half as good as your masterly write's

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    Your generous comment is well appreciated dear friend and am so pleased you found things of value in my humble version of yearnings to be Back There.

                  • Neville

                    something drew me back here Fay.... I can't explain it .. but it did ... answers or possible one's on a postcard please ...........................................

                    • Fay Slimm.

                      No postcard to hand but am sending instead my warmest of thanks for this welcome visit to read again Back There -- best of all good things with your present hunting amigo.

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