The sun’s no hotter

Posted on 2021/05/25 by Bartholomew Barker

The sun’s no hotter

It’s just the atmosphere
soaking it all in
like a pasty beach body
with no SPF

Burning

We slept too long
skin red as a tornado
on doppler or a lobster
boiling in a pot

This is the inheritance
of my angry children—
blisters and pain
in a world inflamed

Written to this week’s Living Poetry Prompt: Heirloom and Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which provided the picture.

 

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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9 Responses to The sun’s no hotter

  1. Annabel says:
    2021/05/25 at 21:41

    It’s a wonderful modern poem! Loved the pic as well👍

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  2. JeanMarie says:
    2021/05/25 at 21:44

    Ouch. Pass the aloe

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  3. jewishyoungprofessional says:
    2021/05/27 at 17:17

    I love the clever use of the sunburn metaphor as a wake up call re: climate change. Cleverly done!

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  4. Lisa Tomey says:
    2021/05/28 at 07:31

    How appropriate for these times.

    Liked by 1 person

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