Excellent Word Play! – Ebook Review with Milly Reynolds

Some thoughts about Rilke, writers’ block and creativity — Writer of Words, etc (Reblog)

I read a book by Rainer Maria Rilke some time ago called Letters to a Young Poet. There is a passage that I came across today that I feel the need to share here with you: “Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms […]

Some thoughts about Rilke, writers’ block and creativity — Writer of Words, etc

light in the dark — Words + Images (Reblog)

Trinity Church in Copley Square. Boston Well, I can tell you, with a little behind the scenes knowledge, that the only things missing from this view of Trinity Church are the four large wreaths that will hang from the columns of the church’s now brightly lit west porch and a life-size ice scene of the […]

light in the dark — Words + Images

One word Sunday: bright — View from the Back (Reblog)

Should I pick something that’s a bright colour or where the sun’s bright or both?   I’ve decided to join in with Debbie Smyth’s One Word Sunday challengeDebbie Smyth’s One Word Sunday challenge, largely because she sets them well in advance – always an advantage in my book. In addition, she’s a fantastic and inspirational […]

One word Sunday: bright — View from the Back

Poem: Stop Being So Nice

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Kindly disposed
I blunder into scams and swindles.
Look, I wouldn’t wish to demonise wolves
for merely following their instinct to survive;
and I shall be a sheep no more.
Let’s say it how it is and I will respond in kind,
without kind words and flattery.
Put simply, I asked you to do something,
so would you be so kind as to complete it?

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Poem: Wordspiller (for Kit Marlowe) Updated

man standing on stage
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So you are the spiller of words, almost
as far from me as
Beowulf is to you.

Wordspiller, your crosspose outstands me,
but I backthink
the falling choirs where you sadwalked

your summerwaiting mind, to
when your glories were mere
airthought,

like the Greathallow who once
shorestepped there
to see for himself

your forliving Angles (he oncebethought
angels) and their saxon King
Ethelbert redeemed to newspells that

you mindweighed as truthless.
Now I meet your clearstead gaze; for
the muse which stretchfed you

has not alleaten you yet

poem © copyright Francis Barker 2012

Keck, Cow Parsley, Anthriscus sylvestris

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Where I grew up, which was once part of the Danelaw,  we called it ‘keck’, a common name for cow parsley; some call it wild chervil, or even Queen Anne’s Lace. Well, it sounds like an ancient Norse word, but it could equally be good old Old English. Either way, it is characteristic of this time of year, as spring turns into summer.

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words and pictures ©copyright rp 2016

Poem ‘Wordspiller’

The Old English epic poem Beowulf is written i...
The Old English epic poem Beowulf is written in alliterative verse and paragraphs, not in lines or stanzas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Wordspiller (for Christopher Marlowe)

So you are the spiller of words, almost
as far from me as
Beowulf is to you.

Wordspiller, your crosspose outstands me,
but I backthink
the falling choirs where you sadwalked

your summerwaiting mind, to
when your glories were mere
airthought,

like the Greathallow who once
shorestepped there
to see for himself

your forliving Angles (he oncebethought
angels) and their saxon King
Ethelbert redeemed to newspells that

you mindweighed as truthless.
Now I meet your clearstead gaze; for
the muse which stretchfed you

has not alleaten you yet

poem © copyright david f. barker 2012