A Picture of You
you cupping daffodils in sacred space,
me entranced by you in your sacred space
now I’m dreaming of spring, of light, of warmth,
a new life together, in sacred space
we returning birds in hope of new life,
preparing for bliss in still, sacred space
what peace there may be, let’s find together;
a lotus where birds wash, their sacred space
a garden where someone talks to the birds,
gently asking, we share his sacred space
© copyright David Francis Barker 2011
Nymph
You come to me, your face in water
mouthing words, obscure in the water
speaking from beyond, unsuspected
I peer across this sheen of water
I ask a question, you shake your head
I see nymph’s tears, even through water
my world and yours, we can almost touch
this crystal veil disguised as water
I hear you, as if you say ‘free me!’
then you’re gone, through my hands, like water
© copyright David Francis Barker 2011
I have finally put prices on those items featured in ‘current original art’ section. These prices are guidelines only and the painter is more than willing to listen to offers from potential buyers.
Shortly, there will be more paintings on this site, mostly seascapes and landscapes – as usual!
The Pier
He wished the promontory
would go on forever.
In his mind the wooden boards
stretched out into the ocean
to meet some vague vanishing point.
And that’s where he was,
the absolute part of him.
Disembodied.
Looking back on all that was,
what he’d become,
the pier a mere crustacean,
grey-white and beached,
the town and its cliffs
his Turneresque attempt
which convinced no one.
So what was it, from that viewpoint?
Nothing without distance and light.
Reaching the place
where the boards ran out,
he held onto the rusty rail,
seagulls all around
like wayward thoughts,
until she finally caught up
and gently took his arm.
© copyright David Francis Barker
Doing it for Free
A recession bites it makes long winter nights
even less tolerable than they already are
Look – I’ve been very good! Done everything I should
but years of saving hasn’t got me very far
They bail out the banks and we get no thanks
in a reckless bid to get us out of a hole
They ask for ideas confirming our worst fears
by putting millions of us on the dole
As for me, I keep schtum head down, looking glum
I’m like an iceberg there’s so little to see
No government shall take my life or my stake
I won’t bow down or do anything for free
© copyright David Francis Barker
Ciscography 