
A web clings
with limpid fragility
to the fractured sapling,
timorous in air’s breath,
long left by the spinner
of autumn’s lair
Copyright Francis 2021
A web clings
with limpid fragility
to the fractured sapling,
timorous in air’s breath,
long left by the spinner
of autumn’s lair
Copyright Francis 2021
Job 28, verse 24
Today I opened the bible randomly and pointed at this verse.
What does this verse suggest about the nature of our universe? These words and many others like this, were once truly believed.
Considering the state of our ‘civilisation’, is our supposed enlightenment benefitting us?
Copyright Francis 2021
the oscillation from Apollo’s lips bury me, this womb of glass seas, relief—a meronym of death’s faces the last dream…
“Oscillation” Poem Published in Visual Verse. — Lucy’s Works
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