Lake House
She lies in forest
Green fresh from rain
Living breath of earth
Cool summer morn
Mirrored in the lake
Spinning dawn ghosts
Light spilling over
Guarding mountains
She welcomes me back
Slipping her doors
With comfortable warmth
‘Round my frailty
No longer exposed
At last at home
(Twelve years ago I left this idyllic house on the shore of Manitook Lake, Granby, Connecticut.)
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 
Beautiful! I’d have a hard time leaving her.
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There were lots of problems but I miss her every summer.
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Aww I know. I owned a house by a lake and it was the problems causing me to leave, but I miss her often.
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Sounds beautifully cozy!
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She definitely was.
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Lovely home!
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Thank you. That picture was right after some new siding so she was looking her best.
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