hidden in the shadeof the willow, I avoidthe sun’s burning kiss Kim M. Russell, 14th October 2020 My response to Carpe Diem Celebrates Its 8th Anniversary October 2020: #1835 caught by the call (Hando) Today we are being inspired by Hando’s haiku: caught by the callof the flowers and mountain, I forgethow […]
Hidden in the Shade — writing in north norfolk
Expectant doors in cornice trim Miter hope in architrave frames. Persistent will, opens and close To Janus’ porchlight porticoes Drafting a sanctum in the heart Built to order on Elysium’s lot.
Expectant Doors – A Poem — Suzette B’s Blog
When nothing works out
When the world seems so cruel
There’s someone to call
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Who knows what is real
We don’t know what to believe
Faith is all we have
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
It was at the Turner Exhibition.
Hutchings was a quiet lad, for a copper;
he had a passion which no one suspected — and it got him killed.
I took the call and we all piled ’round.
There he was, wrapped up in bubble wrap,
sequestered in the store room
next to ‘Snow Storm’; not one of my favourites.
Someone had taken a scalpel to him,
a right mess he was, poor lad.
When we got to his flat there were art books all over,
though not a morsel in the fridge. Evidently Hutchings —
I shall call him George — used to feed on art.
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