Poem From A Picture: ‘Doorways’

IMG_1947
The ruins of Crowland Abbey, Lincolnshire, England.

Doorways to nowhere,
ghosts whisper from parallel worlds
where alternate timelines run,
better worlds than our own.

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Poem From A Picture: ‘A Firm Distant Memory’

IMG_1953 (1)
Flower festival Crowland Abbey, Lincolnshire, England. Summer 2019

It’s iconic now,
England versus West Germany,
countries no longer existing,
old adversaries meeting
on a dappled pitch in late July,
still embroiled in controversy;
such as goals which were not goals,
views strictly dictated along partisan lines,
or the keen eye of a Russian linesman.

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Poem (Haiku) From A Picture: ‘Relative’

DSC_0006 (2)
Tattershall, Lincolnshire, England

Life is short, they say
Pain seems interminable
They are relative

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Poem From A Picture: ‘Tidy’

DSC_0046

The church is a tidy corner of my mind,
a space safe from intrusion,
for only like-minded souls may enter.
There is a code, not for dress, but for respect
and yes, the truth – true as light enters
from the south window and door,
as sure as nature rules over us
by allegory and design

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Poem From A Picture: ‘Lychgate’

DSC_0050
An example of a lychgate in north Lincolnshire, England.

Among thousands of well-tended churchyards,
the lychgate remains guarding some
as the portal from this life. In and out
we may pass during our petty days,
to sip tea and enthuse over cake,
to attend a happy marriage
or a hopeful christening. Yet we never see
the day when the wooden gate opens, for us,
through that final time when the funeral meats
have turned cold and our daily minutiae
will have counted for naught, except
in the annals of that eternal judge

copyright Francis Barker 2020