Home by Anna Rivers Bonner

Home, she said,

Home

Those flowery curtains in Surrey

Taking tea on the lawn

Sheep on the downs behind us

The grass on Kew Green at dawn

The glint of the river from Richmond hill Kicking up leaves in the park Sloane Square at Christmas Fulham bars after dark The people, all those places The every day familiar places.

"You're not English, go home!" She said

A lifetime of belonging

Assaulted with a snarl.