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 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 
Well done. Yes, why would they ;)
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I think it’s funny how this prompt and the previous resulted in similar poems.
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You’re on an interesting path.
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Nah, this one is well worn.
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Playful and insightful, well done!
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Thanks!
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I can’t think of a reason.
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Then follow the sound of my voice…
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You sure it’s not just the wine?
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So maybe I should dig a tunnel from the pit to the wine cellar of my bibulosity.
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Hahaha – maybe!
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I learned a word! Bibulosity. ✅
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