
Haiku copyright Francis Barker 2020
Who would not want a Harley-Davidson? I love everything about them. Count me in.

Haiku copyright Francis Barker 2020
Who would not want a Harley-Davidson? I love everything about them. Count me in.
Dark
Rook on the roadside straight ahead
you step aside casually
only just avoid my wheels.
Is that why I smile at the mirror
see you promptly step back
to continue to pick and prod
and pull at roadkill entrails
some straitjacket driver provides?
Like the crow, the raven, the jackdaw—
few are as bright as you, so dark
in colour and reputation
copyright Leofwine Tanner 2019

We were based in Belfast, an up and coming city with a proud industrial heritage, particularly in ship building. It was here, of course, where the legendary ocean liner, The Titanic was built.
In more recent times, though, Belfast has been blighted by what was called ‘The Troubles’. Thankfully, those days are long gone but the scars remain. I won’t talk about those times right now.

No, I want to talk about the County Antrim coast road, which takes you around the northern tip of the island of Ireland.
I have scarcely seen such beauty, anywhere; the fantastic vistas out to sea, atmospheric views across to Scotland and the Mull of Kintyre; the wonderful, secluded, almost deserted beaches.
And then of course sensational spots like the Giants Causeway.

In fact, words almost fail, except to say that property sales particulars were consulted. Simply wonderful.

There will be more pictures to follow in future pieces on the fabulous little corner of the world.
copyright Leofwine Tanner 2019
There is no love on those horizon lines,
nor in the sight of ships
tacking their finite courses to
oblivion, spilling me
outside.
So who is it waiting
in the rain, feels its spots
cool on their skin, can smell
its sweet aroma
off the hard hot road, stretching away
around the lonely coast?
poem and picture © copyright David F. Barker 2012