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
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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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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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