Step into my Parlor

Again one prompt clarifies the other.

“For today’s prompt, write a moment poem.”

“It’s Day 5 of National Poetry Month and today’s poem prompt is Twisted.”


Step into my Parlor

One pungent morning, I was flying—
that’s what I’m called to do
and I do it well—
then my wing sticks,
jerked by clinging threads.

I sputter and twist
but more sticky attraction,
more delicate moments ensnare
until I’m immobilized
by a web of your words.

If only I’d taken a different path,
I wouldn’t be watching the inevitable
prepare to encompass me in trust
and be consumed by love.

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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6 Responses to Step into my Parlor

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    This drew me in and the twisted reveal was perfection.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Ali Grimshaw says:

    Well done, I especially like your second stanza.

    Liked by 1 person

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