I took a picture of you.
The one where you’re cupping a daffodil,
kneeling in the sacred space,
where you wear your sky blue coat
with the sun in exaltation,
as if shining from your April face,
so round and vibrant and pink,
leaving me to the sombre shadows,
out of sight on the nether side.
And I was some strange Narcissus,
making sure I saw myself when
passing shop windows, always critical,
so self-absorbed and vain –
though far from glorious.
But I still remember that image,
the delicate touch of your fingers
on the flower, all caring and giving.
So thanks for being you,
for making me see beyond
this paltry vision of myself.
image and poem © copyright dfbarker 2012
poem taken from collection ‘Anonymous Lines’ available at amazon.
image partly digitally altered from a larger original.
poem, painting and music © copyright dfbarker 2012
music performed on an old lorenzo acoustic guitar
Bistro (when in Paris)
what a surprise
to see our bistro still here,
so missable tucked away
and quirky galleries
‘au clair de la lune’
is so laid back,
in gratifying veils of gitanes,
by potent aromas of pastis,
like biting through rarest
if I may ask right now
(gently plying you with Chablis),
if Montmartre were a woman
who could she be
if not you?
© copyright dfbarker 2011
*image is a digital creation.
**I am a vegetarian now, yet you never forget the taste of…
Full of April promise
so many times we’d disappear
to where the canal boats moored
make-believing one of them ours
a gypsy craft laden for a simpler life
We’d found our own place to dream
saw the naked sun step down to play
to dance on daisy-strewn fields
leaving us to lay by a twisting stream
cradled by heavy blossom trees
unable to face an unpalatable truth
The holes it burned in our maudlin minds
like never-healing wounds
more vulnerable than the blossom
which fell into torrents below
So it is that a few fine April days
are quickly gone
They never presage a fine summer to come
© copyright David Francis Barker 2011
Unseasonal, I know, but those of us entrenched in the northern hemisphere might want to think of spring.