Written for:  The Sunday Muse #16


Hands tighten on the wheel
as I drive these hilly
roads leading into town.
Sun still lights up
mountains. You can see
them from any point. There,
too, those few scraggly
trees that never lived,
and can’t quite die. Free
-wheelin’ all the way
until I get close. Don’t know
how I will be received. Folks
here have long memories, and
carry hardline grudges. Never
thought I’d miss my old home
-town, but where else can I go,
with death on my heels.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Homebound

  1. Love this Sara! From the first line on it really pulls you into the road ahead. I like how you really noted all the details in the photo. Great writing, and thank you so much for joining us over at The Muse!! 🙂


  2. V.J. Knutson says:

    Love the intrigue in this.


  3. Helen says:

    Home again, home again jiggity jig?


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