Trapping Women

For today’s prompt, write a trap poem.

Trapping Women

I dug a hole with my verse,
covered it with a blanket of metaphor,
laid out a little picnic like a simile—
soft cheese, French bread and wine.

I stand nearby reading a chapbook
of poems with mere hints of eroticism
and recite in my best stentorian bass
until some innocent falls.

I put a pedestal down there,
tall enough for them to be perfect
in my poetry but not so high
that they could escape.

Besides, why would any woman
want to leave the pit of my 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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12 Responses to Trapping Women

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    Well done. Yes, why would they ;)

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Cassa Bassa says:

    Playful and insightful, well done!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Patty says:

    I can’t think of a reason.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. othermary says:

    You sure it’s not just the wine?

    Liked by 1 person

  5. JeanMarie says:

    I learned a word! Bibulosity. ✅

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