TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 4, OTHER ROOMS

 

And so another door

finds its hinges

turning to a close

(you choose, you enter,

you stay, you leave)

tides twist

and then return

as another summer

finds winter

whistling on the arms

outstretched of autumn

(rains fall, flowers grow,

sun shines, rain returns)

and I wonder

what is left

within the rooms

I’m leaving,

in the corners once

caressed and now cast off,

and in the viens

that entwine themselves

around the body that houses me,

that pulsed through this home

that once held me

and I wonder

what is left

of the summer heat

now burnt onto skin

since soothed by solutions

and sweaters

and the summer nights

that promised no end

but, like life, like this house,

like all this which was once home,

has now been paid for

and packed away

and prepped

for someone else

to put their mark on

while I

ponder the patterns

now a part

of this person,

frequently familiar

and sometimes a stranger,

that is me.

 

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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16 thoughts on “TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 4, OTHER ROOMS

  1. Jane Dougherty

    That is so close to the mark. I’ll ponder this one over these last few days, and hope there will be a brief lull before we close the door for the last time, to do what you have just done, and wonder at it all.

    1. deuxiemepeau

      I was thinking about you this weekend while finishing this one and wondering how you were going with it all. Here’s to happy days ahead and more rooms to harvest the holds xx

      1. Jane Dougherty

        We’re into the final furlough now. What’s left to box up are the things we’re still using, like kitchen equipment, documents, computers and beds. Monday morning is going to be fun. The mairie has decided to dig up the roads and stick traffic bornes in at the end of our little impasse. I think removal men laugh at little obstacles like that. I hope…

      2. deuxiemepeau

        Oh they have to be used to it! I arrived with a moving van and found my little street completely dug up and a plank covering the hole in the ground to get to my door! France thinks it’s funny too often! Fingers crossed for your final furlough my dear x

      3. Jane Dougherty

        Thanks Damien. They’ve finished putting in the borne, but thankfully they haven’t left it set up. Goodness knows when they’ll get round to distributing the key to unlock it…

  2. Stefanie Neumann

    Thank you for this beautiful poem, dear Dami!
    It warms my heart to know that a place that once gave a home to somebody is being honoured with such beautiful thoughts before it is time for this someone to to move on.
    Much Love,
    Steffi

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Thank you so much. I had good times there but there wasn’t a sadness in moving on, the time had come and the memories will linger. New faces will now carve new lines into the wooden floors and hang other hopes on the walls. I wish them well as I settle and hang up my own happiness here xxx

      1. Stefanie Neumann

        Awesome! That is the best approach to moving. If time would come for me to move at some point, this is exactly what I would like experience. And what beautiful energy to start out with at the new home not only for you but also for the new residents at your former home!

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