Haiku (Irregular): Crackling

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Snow’s big flakes
Birds watch from branches
Fires crackling

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Lucky Leo!

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With the sun now in his own sign of Leo, we are entering high summer in these northern lands.

Leo is the sign of warmth, life, love, kids, sport, acting and self expression in general. The fact that the zodiac (or the ecliptic) is the apparent path of the sun through the sky, makes the sign of Leo, ruled by the same sun, seem rather special to me – and Leos know they are special. The kings and queens of the zodiac.

Leo is the fifth sign and also linked to the mundane fifth house in astrology. In numerology the number five is broadly similar to Leo’s optimistic traits of lust for life and experience.

Leo is the sign of creation of all kinds, just like the sun is the source of warmth and light. Leo is the sign of children, therefore, our most fundamental creations who continue our pursuit of life and love.

Leo is the positive, ‘masculine’ sign of fixed fire. Fire signs are ardent, powerful, creative, fixed signs are determined and stubborn – we can see that the symbol of the Lion is highly appropriate. So why else would the collective noun of lions be ‘pride’?

The sun is said to be dignified in his own sign of Leo. Proud Leo indeed.

Notable Leo individuals include interesting characters such as the Swiss psychologist Carl Jung, and Napoleon Bonaparte.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

 

Poem ‘Harmonium’

Harmonium

You cut the harmonium strings
and I’ll tie them up each time,
pedals getting higher and higher
till almost vertical, unplayable.
And for what?
Does it spoil your peace?
Do my attempts at sounds,
at music, offend you so?
This family doesn’t do talent, I know.
There is only work.
But you needn’t have worried:
When I came down today
there was this space, gaping,
and through the kitchen window
I saw the fire in the yard,
the contented man, smoking

© copyright df barker 2012

Poem ‘Unforgotten’

Fire
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Unforgotten

“All I see is fire — this room
and that wall of books.
The whole building, all on fire.”

I could see that she meant it,
there was a frightening certainty
in her eyes. A conviction

But there was more

She spoke in a way
that would make me remember

Fast forward three years
and a new location:
a radio was blaring.
The name on a news bulletin
made me flinch, go cold
with the dreadful details,
yet somehow half suspected,
in shocking anticipation.
I could see her, so clear,
the way she was looking.
And now, how could I forget?

poem © copyright df barker 2012

New Poem: ‘Windows’

Windows

we admire the window’s
fine proportions
giving out
onto bare trees
a grey sky
those pervading
stillnesses of space

and the coffee
is good and strong
good enough to take black
to sit back with
and to savour

and listen
can you hear the
crows calling?
they’re telling of
eastern winds
bringing on the winter
which arrives tomorrow

but against
this crackling fire
our comfort is fixed
by your hand in mine

© copyright David Francis Barker 2011