Poem: The Garth

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The accolades like garlands
all around you,
each flower of the palette
in your soul

I saw suns glint in violet eyes,
such rare colour,
your rose petal smiles
on dew laden sward

You drew me pastel people,
tore them to pieces,
casting high like confetti
in a lavender breeze

Your delicate hand would
demand I take it,
frog march me around
your patchwork garth

We’d sit in white stillness
at Indian summer’s end,
our toes dangling in pools
of murky green

And when the grey winds came
soughing demons around us,
you closed that rickety gate
toward Michaelmastide.

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Haiku: Circles

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Circles of the sun
are divided into twelve
A natural law

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Poem: Pablo

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Black eyes of the deep south
simmer through cigarette smoke,
windows on the tortuous corridors
where the minotaur lurks.
There can be no control:
He is the crucible of all possibility;
the raging bull and the wild horse.
And the bearer of light.
His mesmeric stare fixes
on the stigmata of raised hands.
Goya-like, he senses life’s transitory
spell, this bridge of tragedy,
the lifeblood of creativity.
He paints in a trance, in full
knowledge that there is no
thread for Theseus to find.

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Tanka: Just War

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They talk of just war
It is good versus evil
Never in my name
though I’m not a pacifist
Just show me the enemy

Poem: Asteroid (August is a Funny Month)

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August is a funny month
They peddle the story again and again
An asteroid the same size
as the one that supposedly
did for the dinosaurs
is hurtling inexorably our way

August is a funny month
with a supposed lack of news
but they will have to do better
than fear-porn their way
to selling silly stories
that fewer take on board

August is a funny month
when some stories vanish
dropped like hot potatoes
while others appear out of nowhere
to scare and confuse – but
some are on to the ruse

The accolades like garlands all around you, each flower of the palette in your soul

I saw suns glint in violet eyes, such rare colour, your rose petal smiles on dew laden sward

You drew me pastel people, tore them to pieces, casting high like confetti in a lavender breeze

Your delicate hand would demand I take it, frog march me around your patchwork garth

We’d sit in white stillness at Indian summer’s end, our toes dangling in pools of murky green

And when the grey winds came soughing demons around us, you closed that rickety gate toward Michaelmastide.

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Circles of the sun are divided into twelve A natural law

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They talk of just war It is good versus evil Never in my name though I’m not a pacifist Just show me the enemy

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August is a funny month They peddle the story again and again An asteroid the same size as the one that supposedly did for the dinosaurs is hurtling inexorably our way

August is a funny month with a supposed lack of news but they will have to do better than fear-porn their way to selling silly stories that fewer take on board

August is a funny month when some stories vanish dropped like hot potatoes while others appear out of nowhere to scare and confuse – but some are on to the ruse

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The accolades like garlands
all around you,
each flower of the palette
in your soul

I saw suns glint in violet eyes,
such rare colour,
your rose petal smiles
on dew laden sward

You drew me pastel people,
tore them to pieces,
casting high like confetti
in a lavender breeze

Your delicate hand would
demand I take it,
frog march me around
your patchwork garth

We’d sit in white stillness
at Indian summer’s end,
our toes dangling in pools
of murky green

And when the grey winds came
soughing demons around us,
you closed that rickety gate
toward Michaelmastide.

Circles of the sun
are divided into twelve
A natural law

They talk of just war
It is good versus evil
Never in my name
though I’m not a pacifist
Just show me the enemy

August is a funny month
They peddle the story again and again
An asteroid the same size
as the one that supposedly
did for the dinosaurs
is hurtling inexorably our way

August is a funny month
with a supposed lack of news
but they will have to do better
than fear-porn their way
to selling silly stories
that fewer take on board

August is a funny month
when some stories vanish
dropped like hot potatoes
while others appear out of nowhere
to scare and confuse – but
some are on to the ruse