At The Beach

Posted on 2021-07-14 by Bartholomew Barker

At The Beach

My castle stood resolute
ramparts thick and towers tall
seashell embellishments
and a broken sand dollar sundial
safe in the keep

As shadows grew longer
waves eroded walls
the tide flooded the moat

And I celebrated
an honest day’s work

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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.
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10 Responses to At The Beach

  1. ivor20's avatar ivor20 says:
    2021-07-14 at 20:27

    Yeah … many I’ve nostalgic sandcastle days at the beach..

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  2. erroneouschoices's avatar erroneouschoices says:
    2021-07-14 at 21:05

    Sand castling, a favorite past time

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  3. Lucy's avatar Lucy says:
    2021-07-14 at 21:44

    Beautifully penned. Makes me want to build one of my own.

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