The Scent of Snow
Peppermint tingles my morning
the Christmas tree fills
the air of the living room
with a forest of needles
the kitchen is cinnamon warm
and gingerbread peopled
But what did the myrrh smell like?
This little poem was a collaboration with the good folks at Charles House during my monthly session there. I read about bunch of Christmas poems including the cryptic The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman by Emily Dickinson and e. e. cummings’ delightful [little tree]. We got talking about the smells we associate with the holiday and that informed our poem.
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.
Well done and prompted a research about myrrh. Very informative and causes various interpretations of the last line. Thanks.
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I hope this also prompts a poem of your own.
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It may…
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Your descriptions of “peppermint tingles” and “cinnamon warm” work very well in this lovely poem. I look forward to being a member of Living Poetry. Lisa Baron
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We’re happy to have you in LP. I can’t take credit for those phrases. They came from the some of the Charles House clients.
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Very meaningful.
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