Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter

Life, Poetry


Today’s glorious warmth has made
Me homesick for Crete and the village
That’s become my home. I went for a
Long slow stroll in the sun and
Watched the rush of pale people hiding
From the light, and felt huge sadness
In the haze of the English noon.
I miss the harbour, the blue water,
The fortuitous paths past ripening
Fig trees and old men drinking coffee
And talking in what used to be
An indecipherable alphabet. I miss
The hot nights, and the cicadas
Singing me to sleep.

R 06/09/2023 13:48

That actually says everything I wanted to write about today, even before the prompt came.

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  1. Louise Blackwell

    6th September 2023 at 19:10

    Thank you for sharing. This transports me back to a fond childhood holiday in Crete with my late father. Thank you for the happy memories ♥

    1. Richard Pierce

      6th September 2023 at 21:12

      Thank YOU. R

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