Poem: Crows

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The crows are gathering,
swooping with impunity.
They joust amongst themselves, 
invirtuous caws signalling
our entry into autumn
when trumpets may blow
some strange advent in the sky.
They seem happy, as if
Imperial Rome had fallen again,
a feast to be had. Fast
and feast are opposites – yet
so nearly the same

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Haiku: Spell

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We are in a spell
in strange lands of make believe
Simon says follow

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Haiku: Sticks and Stones

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Sticks and stones aside
words are seldom dangerous
But truth clearly is

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Poem: Light is Truth

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Hiding a light
is like withholding the truth
One day it will emerge
and enlighten the whole

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Poem: Threshold

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We stand at a portal,
doorways to possibility
but the threshold is daunting.
Some doors are plain,
you pass without a second thought.
Others make you pause,
stand and behold the architecture,
it’s a big thing.

But this door closes shut
once you enter –
there’s no going back.
The room is so different,
high and spacious
and suffused with so much light and incense
you will wonder why you stayed
so long outside

copyright Francis Barker 2019