A consumed moon’s meagre light;
I pause, mourning this grey life.
Let me look at you —
ear lobes like pearls from tissue,
the emollient pallor of your royal flesh.
My finger probes your lips
as an owl hoots its presence:
I imagine your soul,
the skulls of saints
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Ciscography 
ah beautiful use of Greenberg’s charms!
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you paint such a vivid picture with these words – underscored by that line ‘Let me look at you’. Thank you for joining the prompt
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Love how you captured the love… especially the earlobes
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Wow! Such beautiful writing. I can imagine the night imagery in this piece quite well and the quiet I feel from it. ❤
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Thank you 🙏🏻
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Light enough to see one’s love. A tender, hopeful poem.
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Wonderfully enchanting! 😀
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Somehow you found the light midst the darkness of Greenberg’s charms, substituting tenderness for grimace and gasp; and I, for one, needed the lift, the lightness.
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The repeated ‘m’ sounds are so effective in this poem, Francis, especially in ‘A consumed moon’s meagre light’. I also like the phrase ‘mourning this grey life’ – that’s what I’m doing this rainy morning.
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Thank you! Yes, dull, dank and depressing… oops, more alliteration, as if you need reminding it’s autumn and darkness is coming. Apologies, but try to have a good day!
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A haunting Halloween song, Francis!
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Thank you!
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Beautifully realised and vividly drawn. Greenberg’s charms fit so well in this nocturnal scene.
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Thank you so much!
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It could be a romantic lover or attack of a vampire!
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Dark and luminous at the same time (K)
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