My wish is secret
You would not understand me
Things best left unsaid
copyright Francis Barker 2019
Haiku: Wishing on Rainbows
Category: poems
Haiku: Left, Right
Sinister means left
Dexter always on the right
Worn out paradigm
copyright Francis Barker 2019
Poem: Foot Fall
Our feet fall where the leaves fall,
a season’s growth shed
without fanfare, soon forgot.
And who remembers last year’s leaves,
raked, composted or burned,
mere sheaths of life discarded
like our own lives, one day.
Only morose acceptance of decay
allows this annual admiration of colour,
where minor arpeggios play
through lands in the thrall of winter
copyright Francis Barker 2019
Haiku: Grandma’s Birthday
Eighteen ninety nine
On a chilly All Saints Day
Gran – I remember
copyright Francis Barker 2019
Poem: Halloween Spirits Abroad
When I was a boy there was no Halloween.
We knocked on doors for a ‘Penny for the Guy’
to buy bangers and rockets
and set them off where we liked,
young boys running amok
along twilight roads
through those endless stubble fields
under watching skies.
But then someone opened that box
and the spirits escaped;
the warped tales of our history
replaced by phantoms of trick and treat –
in an age of deceit.
copyright Francis Barker 2019
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