Spring Sprung

Monday was World Poetry Day as well as the first full day of Spring in the part of North Carolina where I live. To celebrate, I gave poetry talks to four different groups include my old friends at Charles House. After reading several Spring-themed poems, including Wordsworth’s I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, Cummings’ in Just-, Frost’s Nothing Gold Can Stay and Millay’s Spring, we wrote the following, which I present here after a little editing.


Snip the crispy old leaves
dangling like Santa’s beard
rake away forgotten foliage
release the grumble bees
to do their bumble work
buzzing from pink petal
to green the new gold
while vermilion blossoms
like an ocean wave
sprayed with confetti
from our celebration
of Spring

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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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7 Responses to Spring Sprung

  1. JeanMarie's avatar JeanMarie says:

    You are the King of Poetry today! Just today tho. I love the grumble bees in this charming poem.🐝

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  2. Cassa Bassa's avatar Cassa Bassa says:

    There is full of movement in this poem, I feel the joy of Spring! 💚

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  3. Ali Grimshaw's avatar Ali Grimshaw says:

    The confetti flower petals. Spring deserves this kind of celebration

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