‘not every angel is terrible’ Gwyn Davy

Two lonely people with differing backgrounds find themselves crossing paths while living in the beautiful city of Prague. They soon discover, however, that they have a shared love of history, and also come to appreciate each other’s love of the works of Rainer Maria Rilke and Matsuo Basho. Fifty-something Englishman Edward Stone is divorced and semi-retired, a man with his own mind who is an enthusiastic blogger and walker. Thirty-something Brita Kraus has never married, and whilst she enjoys her independence, also feels there is something greatly missing from her life, the result of a family tragedy which she dare not divulge to anyone – until now.

Celebrate Valentine’s Day at Home This Year — Mind. Beauty. Simplicity (Reblog)

Valentine’s Day is right around the corner . Some of you may treat this day as an annoyance while others see it as an excuse to spread love whether you are in a relationship or not. The last few years, my boyfriend & I have gotten dressed up & have gone out to some Italian […]

Celebrate Valentine’s Day at Home This Year — Mind. Beauty. Simplicity

Looking for Love in Brittany — Bonjour From Brittany (Reblog)

Marriage, whether motivated by romantic idealism or social necessity was a key concern for the people of rural Brittany. A number of unusual customs and superstitions once surrounded marriage and the quest for love.

Looking for Love in Brittany — Bonjour From Brittany

Runaway (Poem)

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Footprints along the strand
stretching off to nowhere

A beach all my own
save for curious gulls

eyeing from Hesperides’ skies.
Kernow was never so lush

or windswept; are they bells
pealing on the breeze, like

lost Lyonesse beckoning
to this broken soul?

Maybe heartless time is melting,
melding; I run and run

into the gelid ocean, the two
once twain — now consumed

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Poem: Pivoting

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We ran and ran
laughing headlong into the wind
which swept along the shore,
our arms held out like useless wings,
cheeks flushing with life and youth.

When we stopped
we could see where we’d been,
catching our breath
as the waves washed over our feet.
You held me and squeezed, your eyes
the colour of oceans
cool amid those blushing cheeks.

If moments are captured
and etched upon memory,
this was one such point in time
pivoting on eternity

Copyright Francis Barker 2020