I haven’t been home yet.
I can see it so clearly--
it has candle-glowing windows and walls planted
with seeds stolen from wild grapes.
Two cupboards are filled with mugs so each friend
can lay claim to a favorite.
The countertop is stained by mulled wine
spilled in a moment of laughter.
My violin rests in its case by the door
so I can play a few clumsy songs at bonfires
while everyone sings along offkey.
The walls are papered with quotes and photos
so I can live in a commonplace book.
When I make this home, I'll call you.
I'll pour you a cup of tea.
About the Creator
Grace Briarwood
I am a writer, a writing instructor, a substitute teacher, and a dabbler in many crafts. I believe in the transformative power of self expression. I am passionate about making beauty and magic a part of every day.
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