This is your invitation
into my house in the hill
I’ve a wide entryway
“OPEN”
reads my welcome mat,
it says that I need to be known
I live in my cozy hole in the ground
with windows, and a door that’s round
like a hobbit’s door
Inside there’s bread
and Earl Grey tea
And a table on a dirt floor
It’s just you and me
in sacrosanct underground communion
Learning secrets by disclosure
Unveiling
Finding friendship by exposure
to another, other ways to see life
Listening, stopping, pouring, watching
Breaking bread now and again
Nodding our heads and saying “hmm”
Trimming wicks in oil lamps
Warming up the damp
of the hobbit-hole
Opening the round door again
To let more light from the full moon in
It’s my door, round and wide
To let you – Oh yes –
and your baggage inside.
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Wow, very well written. I really liked the flow and peaceful nostalgic mood.
Genius! You’ve captured the spirit of true friendship from the pure and innocent perspective of a child. The hobbit hole is a great metaphor for that special place of friendship that is oh so welcoming, and also mysterious and captivating to the imagination.
Very Cool.
My favorite.
That is such a great poem!
My favorite lines: “Finding friendships by exposure to another” and “It’s just you and me in sacrosanct underground communion”
Post some more!
Loved this! I truly wish I lived in a hobbit home. :o)