
Copyright Francis Barker 2020

The twelve signs begin with Aries and end with Pisces. Logically, when you visualise a human form, we start at the head and end with the feet, top to bottom. From that simple correlation, we can, for example, deduce that Aries ‘rules’ the head and Pisces the feet.
Interestingly, the Ram, or Aries, is known for butting heads – a battering ram, so it may not be surprising to find out that the head is often a weak point of this sign.

Similarly, if you look down at your feet, maybe you can imagine the glyph of the Fishes, or Pisces, which bear the whole weight of our bodies. Poor Pisces has to take on so much!
In this series of short articles, I will explore the health associations with each sign, plus how health issues can relate to factors in our far more individual birth charts.
*** It is very easy for us to neglect our health but during times like these it is especially wise for us to stay healthy and watch what we eat.


Strange to say, but as the snow
falls your nosebleed is like
a punctuation, something else
we can remark upon, something
other than this relentless cold,
our sparse Siberian spring. Harsh
economics brings with it
other extremes; people
who must choose between
eating or heating well into
April’s empty promises.
Some of them I know,
not the tragic ones who stare
at me from television screens,
directors tugging the stretched
strings of my heart. No – these
are stalwarts and forgotten
heroes, men and women
who have given their lives
once and don’t complain while
they slowly freeze or starve
in little houses, not so far
from me. Now they give up
on living so cold hearts
can balance their books.
But we fixed your nose, it was
easy in the end, though who
fixes this town and this world, is
anyone’s guess
© copyright David F. Barker 2013

I was unaware
of your kiss at first, on forehead
and cheek, maybe even on
my foot – you know, when babies’
feet are cute and pristine, before life
gets too serious and rinds the soul?
Then later, and with equal ignorance, I
noticed your lips, though they’d always
been there. Now the way you walked
and talked
and brushed your hair – suddenly
you were magic! A vision! My lips
against yours, the most natural
avenue in life and love. Then
all too soon, you gave me air
kisses at weddings
and christenings
and funerals, the social graces
that count, their passion sucked
out by convention. And right now
I’m all too aware of
your kiss, on my forehead,
my cheek once more, though you stay
clear of my foot. You realise
that I am slowly leaving, retreating
into soft make-beliefs
of self, sheaths which soothe
the cool airs of emptiness
poem © copyright David F. Barker 2013