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Burial Mound

It felt like the earth wanted this place erased, edged closer to the cliffs, as though pushed by the rolling hills that surrounded it. An opening in the rock’s cavity left the mound bare, vulnerable to the eyes of strange figures, clutching at the buried stones as they gaze at the burial carvings whose swirlsContinue reading “Burial Mound”

Morning Sun

Hi everyone, I’m very pleased to announced that a third poem that I’ve written has been published by aAh Magazine! If you want to read the poem, activate the link below: https://aah-magazine.co.uk/2021/creative-submission-morning-sun-by-thomas-gallimore-barker/ What do you think of this poem? Let me know in the comments below, or by liking this poem. Don’t be afraid ofContinue reading “Morning Sun”

Golden Spade (in conversation with Seamus Heaney)

the spade sinks into gravelly ground: my father digging we look down. his sight sees remnants of a crown, from Spear-Danes cut savagely down. in murky mires a blotched brown; a holds-hoard under musty mound. of flourished folk sway they spell bound decayed desires bare without sound. bleached bones clutch just one touch! Lost legendsContinue reading “Golden Spade (in conversation with Seamus Heaney)”