He lives in an orangery
protected from harsh winter
by the warmth of inheritance
and orange privilege

Like many citrus scions
he assumes it’s bad luck
or poor planning that leaves
the rest of us out in the cold

The world must seem opulent
with tropical temperatures
year-round so we must remind him

Who fuels the stove and who bled
for the building which allowed
him to grow so very plump

(for this month’s Living Poetry Visual Prompt.)

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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12 Responses to Orangery

  1. Cressida says:

    Indeed we must remind him but in reality it makes no difference as history demonstrates.

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  2. This is so good and well penned! I am going to send to my friends and family!! 🙏

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  3. berniebell1955 says:

    Another one to be shared – if that’s OK with you? I don’t know if I’ll be able to copy over the image – I managed The Edmonson Sisters by finding the same image of the statue elsewhere and putting that in.
    Anyhoo – accompanying image or not – it’s the words that tell it.

    I don’t know if you have ‘Downton Abby’ on the telly in America? I don’t watch it, but every now and then I catch a bit of it when looking for something else – and I putter about how anyone can want to watch it – ludicrously rich people, all that ‘show’ built on the backs of the working people. And – the cosy cosy view of the servants when, in reality, if they put a foot wrong or failed to bow and scrape enough, were out without a ‘character’. You get my drift.

    I simply don’t understand how anyone in these times chooses to watch that stuff – maybe escapism – but the servants and workers back then had no escape – except to the colonies. GGGGRRRRR.

    My way of ‘escaping’…….

    The analogy of the orange – as a hot house fruit – growing plump on the effort of others – my – you do have ideas, and the words to express them.

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  4. JeanMarie says:

    Oooh! I learned a new word. I like this. Political but not in your face.

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  5. Great one Bart, so imaginative and on point. I love “allowed him to grow so plump”, “citrus scions”.

    Well done, M

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