A peaceful walk in Odense — Life in Copenhagen (Reblog)

As December is fast approaching, I just thought I would share these autumn themed pictures with you from a weekend trip to Odense. I didn’t take very many photos because the weather/lighting wasn’t too great, but I think it captures the Danish countryside vibe (mind you…Odense is still a city) – tranquil canals, forest walks, […]

A peaceful walk in Odense — Life in Copenhagen

The Fall is Here — but Here We Call it Autumn

Photo copyright Francis Barker 2020

In England the holiday season is all but over. It’s been short and difficult.

Now with autumn upon us, it’s hard to fathom out where this crazy year has been taking us and how fast it’s gone by — just as well, perhaps.

One of the things I have been musing upon is the name autumn, a borrowing from French, one of many thousands of French words in the English language. The older I get, the more I prefer the Stateside term ‘fall’, it is so much more expressive and, well, native.

Either way, it’s never been more important to get out and about in the fresh air when you can, especially on a glorious autumn, or fall, day.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Poem: A Walk by the Sea

a walk by the sea

Without too much thought I took
to the beach,
followed the white lines of
breakers
leading me due north along that
fractured shore.

in no time at all the beach huts were
behind me,
removed by dunes and blurring
summer haze.

then suddenly
she was there
right in front of me, as if she’d
dropped
right out of the ether.

she was squatting down,
blonde haired and
quite young,
her blue-green dress hitched up a touch
showing small bare feet
half buried,
where the dry white sand
gave way to shingle.

I stopped
said hi
but she didn’t even look!
staring into that wide expanse
she could see
clear across the ocean.

looking down I admired her
gold-embroidered dress,
the delicate amber jewellery on
slim fingers,
her long hair matted by
the keen breeze.

then she looked up,
her eyes like cyan gems
and pointed to herself–
‘Elfhild’ I thought she said
sounding sort of German
or Dutch or maybe something
in between
but I didn’t speak a word.

not then.

she didn’t seem lost or in any distress
so I moved on,
giving her a faint wave,
after all, what business was it
of mine?
I carried on steadily
maybe half a mile or so,
felt the wind move round
south to south east.
I could’ve done with a jumper so I
turned back,
got up quite a pace in the end.
frankly I wanted to return
to see if she was alright –
but I saw only footprints
where she had been, where the shingle
gave way to sand.

walking to the shoreline something
caught my eye, a piece of amber
wet and shining.
I picked it up, held it
to the light
and smiled, looking out
to where the waves
were rolling in by the edge of
that German sea

poem and image © copyright Dave Barker 2020