
Tall windows surround
the incense rising in clouds,
in morning’s stillness
Copyright Francis 2021
Tall windows surround
the incense rising in clouds,
in morning’s stillness
Copyright Francis 2021
Through the creeping light
night and day undivided;
a thousand birdsongs
Copyright Francis 2021
A cold, crisp morning
Jack’s been busy overnight
So let’s stay in bed
Copyright Francis 2020
copyright Francis Barker 2020
copyright Francis Barker 2020
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