IS HOME A REAL THING

Marjorie Lofti's The Hebridean Crab Apple raised a barrel-load of ideas about home in this morning's Wordworkers session at the Harbour Arts centre.

Is home a place? Can it be taken from us? Can it be broken? Is it always only temporary? Is it something we carry with us? Is home people? Is it something we build wherever we go? Can home stop being home? Are we always travelling away from it, or can we journey towards it?

Of course there were recollections of special places and explanations of why they hold that special place in our existence.

When I try to summon up the feelings usually associated with home, I end up in a place about fifty yards outside the house I grew up in. The whys and wherefores of that are a story for another time.

How about you?

"Home, for me, is..."

See the complete poem here - The Hebridean Crab Apple by Marjorie Lotfi - Scottish Poetry Library