Johnthebarman's Blog

Category: Poetry

  • Sycamore

    Yesterday, I put you to the saw, sawed you limb from limb and cut your trunk to six inch slices. Today, I axed those slices, soft as cheese, splitting them along the clean fine grain. Alien, they call you but you grow fast and well with aphids for the wrens and pollen for the bees.…

  • Kokoro

    Kokoro You will gain little from these words set adrift from my emotional ebb and flow. This afternoon a crack of lighting woke me from a dream. Out of the darkness a blinding flash lit stone slabs and mountain peaks. I’d found the stone tablets on a mountain. They were 21 century copies but I…

  • Bothy in Scotland Part 1

    We arrived at the bothy and I looked in the window to a dark interior. On my mind was “The Hill Farmer Speaks” by R. S. Thomas. I saw my reflection with the mountains behind, ‘reflections of the way life used to be’, farm buildings in ruins and this last house, long deserted. “I am…