Borderlands and Belonging

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Weaving between Geordie and Scots pronunciation

From the city of my birth - Newcastle

To the city of my grandmother - Glasgow

Raised in the Borderlands inbetween

 

 

Lived on an island in the far North

Remembering those days now

Here on the Northumberland moors

I see the ancient country divide from my window

 

 

The main road that marks the site of the old border

Cars scream past where once people walked

Where an imposing wall split the land in two

Between one country and another

 

 

I'm on the wrong side of the border now

In love with the culture, the language

The history, the accents, the places

Of the land that lies on the other side

 

 

I thought Newcastle would always be my home

But I realised I was more at ease in Northumberland

And then the Hebrides opened my eyes

To another world, a different life

 

 

I could never feel at home on the Island

But my city felt so alien once I returned

I longed for the freedom I found on the moors

Northumberland was no longer wild enough for me

 

 

Turning my head towards the Hebrides

Like a keel turning on the tide

Incessant as the current of the Minch

Lapping against the banks of Stornoway harbour

 

 

After all I'd seen on the Islands

I moved out of the city to feel safer

But I long for somewhere I can feel at home

To find the place where I belong


Submitted: May 14, 2021

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