Old Bunhill Fields Burial Ground


Old Bunhill Fields Burial Ground

20180623_122816How old is this tree
under whose branches
I write?

What’s left of George Fox
is somewhere nearby.
Maybe his flesh fed the tree
whose leaves form a dome
of green protecting
me from this strange
sunny day in London.

I see faces in the gnarled bark,
my predecessors coming up for air,
nonconformists, dissenters, Friends.

I would climb this tree
but the lowest branches
are out of reach
and neither my claws nor wings
are strong enough to lift my bulk
unlike the squirrels and birds
who know the truth,
beg for alms
yet remain silent.

I am one of the thousand leaves
sprouting from high branches
furthest from the earth
yet utterly dependent
upon it for life.


About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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