The first draft of this poem was written at the Chelsea Pensioner pub back in June during my vacation in London.
In Praise of Mushy Peas
Green as spring
Birthed in the garden
Plucked by man
Bred for the task
Popped from their womb
Dropped in the boil
Unified as a paste
Enriching a taste
Worthy of Persephone
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
This is charming! You’ve almost convinced me this might taste good; but I think I’ll enjoy the literature, and leave the consumption to you.
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Glad you liked the poem and I’m sure you’ll enjoy mushy peas when you try them.
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Nice! This post definitely reminded me of travel to England and the culinary choices there. Good memories. Thanks!
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You’re welcome. Overall English cuisine may not be the best but there are some mushy gems.
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