Welcome Home

I sit in warmth,
A fire crackling in front of me,
People chatting pleasantly in the room.
Laughing and joking, happy as can be.

Surrounded by a familial buzz.
Drinking tea, eating cake- everyone is merry
Sitting in soft, smiling couches.
Picture perfect.

The definition of welcoming comfort.

I sit in the chill corner,
Alone and withdrawn.
Uncomfortable as the fire spits at me.

My tea is cold, but the cup burns.
I get no cake.
Sitting in the hard icy chair beneath me,
I realise,

I do not belong.

My name is Richard. I am a young Irish poet, and I have been writing poetry since I was a teenager but kept it a secret pleasure. Since the COVID-19 health crisis, my perspective on life has been renewed, and shown me the necessity of my creative outlets. This led me to begin publishing poems on a personal blog (https://richokeeffe.wordpress.com/), but I wish to expand my audience and grow as an author.

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

4 thoughts on “Welcome Home

  1. It feels bad being cornered.

  2. Good that your poetry is no longer a secret. May your audience expand rapidly and may you grow well as an author.

  3. You write really well. I like the change of perspective in this poem 😊

  4. That’s really well written

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