Poem ‘Your House’

Your House

I’d arrived there at noon
stunned by the view
from your window,
that vast sweep of shoreline.
I had earl grey tea, some carrot cake;
you made do with strong coffee.
You said we should talk, walk,
try to mimic the clockwork sanderlings,
laugh at comic turnstones,
all busy birds of the beach

I hadn’t realised
how far we’d walked.
The polar wind which swept us along
brought stinging tears to my eyes,
though little could detract
from the sight of your house
standing steadfast against the shore;
nothing except for the florid face
all cheeky smiles and winks,
that prodding finger in my side

image and poem © copyright dfbarker 2012

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35 comments

  1. Eve Redwater · February 17, 2012

    Really beautiful setting David, (I love carrot cake and Earl Grey tea!) and what a gorgeous painting too. 🙂

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  2. Jared · February 17, 2012

    Another great work, David. I love Earl Grey. Ironically, I’m at Starbucks having one right now!

    So, how do you create these images? Are the pictures of your paintings or are they created with some kind of software?

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  3. Emma · February 17, 2012

    Lovely scene in this one, David. I can virtually feel that polar sea wind, yet at the same time I’m warmed by the relationship you’ve portrayed. Feels that there may be a little more hiding beneath the words, but I’m satisfied just absorbing it as is. Beautiful.

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  4. dfb · February 17, 2012

    Thank you Emma – yes, I’ve tried to hint at a ‘playful’ relationship!

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  5. dfb · February 17, 2012

    At Starbucks? Now I’m envious!;) Some of the images are wholly digital creations, some are straight photos of paintings and some are a mixture of both. Thank you once again!

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  6. dfb · February 17, 2012

    Thank you Eve – many kind regards!

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  7. Jared · February 17, 2012

    Awesome. I want you to know, that as soon as I’ve saved up the few hundred dollars for it, I’m going to purchase one of your paintings. I’m serious.

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  8. lscotthoughts · February 17, 2012

    This is beautiful, David…I enjoyed the relaxing walk you took us on, even with the polar wind and carrot cake is my favorite… 🙂
    Your paintings are always lovely~

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  9. dfb · February 17, 2012

    Thank you once again! Hope you are well and kind regards

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  10. Victoria C. Slotto · February 17, 2012

    I lived in Brittany for a while and this poem transported me back there. Great sense of place. Your word-painting rivals your visual art.

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  11. Robert · February 17, 2012

    This is absolutely lovely – best poem I’ve read for ages!

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  12. susanjanejones · February 17, 2012

    Earl grey is my favourite. Lovely poem and picture.

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  13. dfb · February 17, 2012

    Hi Victoria, how are you? Brittany, yes it must be beautiful, rather like Cornwall, I have heard. Thank you once again for your lovely comments. Kindest regards.

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  14. dfb · February 17, 2012

    Robert, I am flattered! Thank you!

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  15. dfb · February 17, 2012

    Hi Susan! Yes, early grey, so… civilised? Thank you!

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  16. Soma Mukherjee · February 17, 2012

    How beautiful is this… both the image from the house and of the house are beautiful….your poetry paints such beauty and your paintings weave such lovely tales. 🙂

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  17. dfb · February 17, 2012

    Soma, thank you so much once again!

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  18. magsx2 · February 17, 2012

    Hi,
    I love this poem, a bit of a hint of more to come with this lovely relationship hiding in the words, it’s a lovely story that I have pictured and imagined at what may came next. 😀

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  19. claudia · February 17, 2012

    carrot cake and earl grey…smiles…sounds awesome and is one of the details that make this poem stand out for me..very nice write david

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  20. dfb · February 17, 2012

    Thank you again, Claudia!

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  21. dfb · February 17, 2012

    Yes, indeed! Thank you Mags, you’re very kind.

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  22. journeyintopoetry · February 18, 2012

    Just brilliant David!

    Christine

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  23. dfb · February 18, 2012

    I’m grateful Christine, thank you!

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  24. Ina · February 18, 2012

    Hi David,
    this is lovely, the image and poem both. It felt I was there 🙂

    I hope you visit this place often.

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  25. dfb · February 18, 2012

    Thank you Ina! Well, it’s based on a place on the North Norfolk coast. We do like the birds we see there – thank you!

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  26. rangewriter · February 18, 2012

    The poem shares a cozy, whimsical mood with the painting.

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  27. Christy · February 18, 2012

    Wonderful images in this poem!

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  28. dfb · February 18, 2012

    Thank you!!!

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  29. dfb · February 18, 2012

    Thank you very much once again!

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  30. Thomas Davis · February 20, 2012

    The painting and the poem made me smile. A good thing these days of my life. Whimsy seemed to me to be sparkling along the surface of both. Good work. I am still smiling.

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  31. dfb · February 20, 2012

    Thank you, Thomas!

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  32. granbee · February 20, 2012

    DF, you are SUCH a master poet and painter! I taste the carrot cake, I smell the earl grey tea, I feel windblown and finger poked and reassured by the sight of the house near that beach! Terriffic!

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  33. dfb · February 20, 2012

    Granbee, thank you!

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  34. bardessdmdenton · February 26, 2012

    Such simple pleasures and companionship in this story-poem. I love these lyrical narratives of yours.

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  35. dfb · February 26, 2012

    You are so kind, thank you!

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