‘Whitby’ (A Gothic Folly)

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It’s the same sounds all round the harbour,
the cries of birds immemorial, echoes
through the cliffs of stacked up buildings, over
masts of twee named boats, men’s bobbing toys.

Your voice is still fresh in my mind, I see
yesterday’s tears in your eyes — that won’t see
me again, our little talks cut off by that corporate
guillotine. It had nothing to do with me.

But didn’t I say you should come here, to Whitby?
Simply to sit, drink it in, watch the gnarled men with sticks
hobble over cobbles, their tight permed wives
with ice creams, moaning, putting worlds to right.

The goths gather here, swarming to darkness,
and the name of Nosferatu, with steampunk dress 
codes posing, mingling with transient gulls 
strutting their stuff through archaic streets,

owning the place. Enough of my platitudes,
our shared liking for Camembert. You made
your choice, it was the mortgage and the dog,
tethered to the post called debt. It was sad, perhaps

I expected more. So is it sheer folly of me
to hope you read these words? — This tired old man
who just wanted to show you Whitby,
that we might make small talk once more.

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

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Poem ‘Southside’

Southside

seabird shadows play
across my drawn curtains

a minimalist drama
upon which I intrude

car tyres scrunch by
like slowly tearing paper

gulls’ insistent cries describe
someone sparing food

© copyright David Francis Barker 2011

*The poem was inspired by last winter.

**The illustration this time is a photograph I took at Bempton Cliffs, Yorkshire, England, of gannets, which has been manipulated.