Of course
you were always there;
I still see those dark eyes
like warm pools of love,
such intimacy poisoning
nearby attention.
And whilst jealousy
and estrangement
have enmeshed silence
around us ever since —
family is everything,
it’s all we have to
fall back on,
to stand up to those
moving to destroy us.
So mother, I honour you,
archetype in my mind,
fulcrum of my heart:
And may siblings forgive
each other.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Willow, last to turn
First to colour green each spring
Waste no time to grow
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Will you take me home? To a place I belong? As I am afraid you would never treat me strong. I Have made many mistakes that speak me wrong. By these thoughts you have you have me lifelong. Wait and see; “By these nights you have the moon, the stars and the ohms of the […]
‘outlander, — Jojo Al-waealy
Narcissus can’t hold a candle
to me,
at once both King of Colorado —
entitled hobo of Nowhere.
Look there! That’s my face in the sky,
cacti and mesas my sole friends,
watching while I sift through the shards
of cultures few suspect.
Though none believe me now, riches
and the future are mine;
these silent silver craft
haunting me,
they’ll be all around you soon —
I am digging their past.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
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