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The Legend of the White Whale: Unabridged

Eons ago, long before tides moved and moons shadowed everyone with their gloom, She Who Invites stirred the primeval ocean and birthed four sons. Free on the high seas they were bejewelled islands, a jaded necklace glimmering on the world’s breast. Floating far away from desert sands and dry land, caught like gulls in theContinue reading “The Legend of the White Whale: Unabridged”

My Waste Land

Conceived during my studies, My Waste Land is a creative response to T.S Eliot’s The Wasteland—A poem that I discovered at the same time. My Waste Land was mothballed at this time, but despite its underdeveloped nature, I felt attached to the poem. There was a latent power within the poem that magnetised me toContinue reading “My Waste Land”

Cernunnos

My name was a hushed wonder scrubbed across hills, with chalk symbols declaring my godhood to the shimmering heavens. Humans asked for my permission, and mine alone, to feed off my cornucopia. As an infant would suckle on their mother’s breast, the juiciest apples, fertile land, healthy animals; everything. But they worship at other altarsContinue reading “Cernunnos”

In Manus Tuas Domine

‘In Manus Tuas Domine,’ knightly words muttered from his lips, sword crossed, battle rite at the night, ready to part, hit and slip at whatever comes from the infernal dark. The knight, unfazed as a rock, faces the unknown and lost. Behind his eyes is a soul that refuses to shy; sword-straight, point never lost,Continue reading “In Manus Tuas Domine”

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”

Tarneeb

From the archives, ‘Tarneeb’ is my first try at writing a Ghazal. Hope you enjoy! In a bāzār sat four Persian Sheiks, nock-knees under the table                              playing Tarneeb—none willing to lose a single pisar. Fearing their wives beating them into agar, the Sheiks eyed the dough on the table, which could buy nine of theContinue reading “Tarneeb”