Yesterday I visited my friends at Charles House and we talked Christmas poetry. I read them my favorites, e. e. cummings’ little tree and Jane Kenyon’s Taking Down the Tree and, of course, A Visit from St. Nicholas, which just about everybody remembers and read along with me. Then we wrote our own Christmas poem which I present here.
Christmas Lights
We drag a little cardboard suitcase
down from the attic smelling its age
Like sweet potatoes pulled raw from the earth
we collect tiny bulbs on twisted strings
untangling roots from darkened gems
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.
Lovely!
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Thanks. We do pretty good work together.
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Very nice
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Thanks
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