Poem: ‘Trick & No Treat’

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It’s been trick or treat all year,
though no one’s been to my door.
News is a petulant child
running loose on the airwaves,
heavy on the trick,
sparse on the treat;
scare stories to chill the hearts
of the most level minded souls.
My curtains remain open,
I’m just willing them to knock,
though I cannot pass out candy.
This year have my TV,
a year’s subscription if you life —
so long as you take it away.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Deafening Mime

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The mime artist confronts me,
lithe and contorting,
nuancing as best she can
with her eyes.
Masked and distanced,
her gestures rage out loud
and proud,
yet I do not understand,
I can’t even take her hand
to console, to reassure;
so now she’s rubbing her eyes
with feigned clenched fists
but the sorrow doesn’t translate;
such sobbing falls on deaf ears,
yet it screams to my soul:
She’s in her world, I’m in mine,
dimensions apart,
both of us born again infants
deprived of facial cues.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

*dVerse: Let your words ring out. I taken a ‘left field’ approach.