Our Nocturne
Like Endymion, I worshipped
Selene— my perfect muse—
enticing yet unobtainable,
and then you landed.
Our time together—
brief as a shooting star—
concludes with this dance—
before morning carries us apart.
But we’ll still see the same moon
so when she glows porcelain
in the evening sky, I’ll remember
and blow you a kiss
to be delivered by the moonlight
caressing your cheek.
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 
Oh my, but this is beautiful.
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Thank you very much.
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Great final draft, especially the line, “when she glows porcelain in the evening sky”
Also love the photo! ❤
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Thank you for your workshop suggestions!
And thank the free images on Pixabay.
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“to be delivered by the moonlight
caressing your cheek” this is sublime
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Thank you. If you pay attention, the sensation of moonlight on your skin is quite distinctive.
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Feels like cobra
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Cobra? I must admit, I’ve never felt a cobra before but I assume they feel like any other snake.
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Cool and smooth…me never feel a snake on my skin or handle a snake. It was told to me that they are cool, amazingly strong too
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I like cool and smooth. Thanks!
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