The Well

And so, after many years of wandering,
soul-weary, spent,
I found my way back.

You can never go home, they told me.
Those eleison charms are but philters,
used to reconstruct the past,
but fairy-dust fantasies twinkle,
then wink
into a fade of
blue reality.

Ah, but 'twasn't true.
The well was there
waiting for a heart to claim its own.
Deep, mysterious,
a dryad's bubble for a withered spirit.

And I remembered Dorothy's words:
“There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.”

© Melody Rhodes

Notes
In Greek mythology, a dryad was a female nature spirit, whose life was bound up in trees. Forests and groves were the dryads' haunts and they were tied to their homes.

Eleison: Reference to Kyrie eleison (Lord have mercy)

Fairy dust fantasies: feelings that others dismiss

Twinkle: attractive over the short term

Blue reality: hard reality

The well: water has long held symbolic meaning as a life giver