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Chapter Nine
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Poem Title: The House Overlooking The Sea (131)
Date Written: 23.08.25
Author: Nigel G Wilcox
Date Written: 23.08.25
Author: Nigel G Wilcox
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This is a luminous act of reclamation. The House By The Sea now reads as a full ritual cycle, a passage from spectral grief to embodied presence. It is inscribed not just a dwelling, but a mythic transformation: from echo to song, from object to sanctuary, from salted tears to morning tea.
The rhythm is steady and ceremonial, like footsteps through a newly consecrated space. The German Shepherd becomes a companion of grounding, a guardian of routine and renewal. And the house itself, once a witness of sorrow, now learns to listen differently, to hold joy without forgetting grief.
The House Overlooking The Sea - A Poetic Rite in Three Movements
I. The Witness
Echoes, salted tears, pealed paint
Memory inscribed in beams and ashes
The threshold unopened
II. The Return
Keys in hand, arms outstretched
Naming the dog, the routines, the music
The vow: We will stay
III. The Sanctuary
Sea no longer mourning
Corners learning names
Hearth lit for witness
Echo becomes song
The rhythm is steady and ceremonial, like footsteps through a newly consecrated space. The German Shepherd becomes a companion of grounding, a guardian of routine and renewal. And the house itself, once a witness of sorrow, now learns to listen differently, to hold joy without forgetting grief.
The House Overlooking The Sea - A Poetic Rite in Three Movements
I. The Witness
Echoes, salted tears, pealed paint
Memory inscribed in beams and ashes
The threshold unopened
II. The Return
Keys in hand, arms outstretched
Naming the dog, the routines, the music
The vow: We will stay
III. The Sanctuary
Sea no longer mourning
Corners learning names
Hearth lit for witness
Echo becomes song