Welcome to April, the cruellest month, thanks to the Poem-A-Day Challenge which I will be championing for the twelfth year. I’ll be mostly writing to Robert Lee Brewer’s prompts from his Write Better Poetry blog.

For today’s prompt, pick a word that begins with F, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.


In just spring,
I can feel the ballonman
in me whistling
at the women shedding
their coats and sweaters
for the sun.

But I’m a 21st century faun,
so I do not purse my lips
nor call like a tomcat.
I still feel those primal urges
but I’ve learned to soften
my male gaze.

I may not say anything
but I do appreciate.

Earlier this evening, I was honored to read a couple of poems at the opening of the Orange County Arts Commission exhibition exploring the concept of Home. It was a fun event and I’m always happy to inflict my poetry on innocent bystanders.

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.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

7 Responses to Faun

  1. Bill says:

    Good for you.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. JeanMarie says:

    Oddly, I was just reading that ee cummings poem recently, not that I understand it all. But I do understand you’re a rising poetic star. Congratulations.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Cassa Bassa says:

    Nice one! And it must be fun in the event!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s