Happy Mudlark

Happy Mudlark
“A mudlark is someone who scavenges in river mud for items of value…”

Tramp through the mud
the best job ever
my boss is the tide

I rediscover what’s forgotten
like this forty year old class ring
thrown by an angry girlfriend
after she caught him kissing another
her first broken heart

Humans drown in memories
but rivers never forget
my job is to dig

(For the prompts mudlark and job.)

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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16 Responses to Happy Mudlark

  1. Love, love, love this Bartholomew! Excellent!

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  2. Annabel says:

    Loved how you depicted stories with the beautiful sentiments of nostalgia. The past and the present interwoven. Simple Stunning!

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  3. Jaya Avendel says:

    Poignant and gripping from opening to finish! The last line is particularly lovely.

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  4. luvgoodcarp says:

    Nice work – especially the idea of how the river never forgets.

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  5. Susi Bocks says:

    The beauty is in the old rediscovered. Lovely, Bart.

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