Poem ‘Clam’

Gulf of Mirabella and island of Pseira, Crete,...

Gulf of Mirabella and island of Pseira, Crete, Greece (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Clam

He didn’t know how to handle it, the sheer
heat of Crete; nor
the first sight of her, bikini pink, and later

sauntering around carefree
in even less,
through the clam of every evening.

And he’d certainly never seen
a cockroach before. It scooted up
their wall, brazen and antennae led—

she leapt straight out of bed! But
this one hadn’t counted on
the soul of a size eleven shoe.

While she drew a star in her diary, he
flung open the windows
each sultry morning, looked out

across the milky Mirabello Bay,
then down below, where
right on queue, Adonis

hosed down the tacky taverna floor,
leaving him to remember
what was cold and rain

© copyright David F. Barker 2012

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Poem ‘Birmingham’

A38 Rubery by-Pass from Whettybridge Road brid...

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Birmingham

In the morning we cooked eggs,
wrapped the blanket around ourselves,
tucking in and staring like zombies
at a dead TV. There was little reason to speak,
to say that food seldom tasted so good.
Birmingham, that first time,
seemed like the bleakest place;
November had fallen cold and hard
and Rubery, the name you couldn’t say,
was depressed and downbeat,
so many shops boarded up
it was like a battle zone.
But there was enough to be grateful for
in that nest of warmth,
watching Saturday’s light rise
and bleach your bedsit walls

poem © copyright df barker 2012