Fraiku: Halloween

Streetlight shadows dance
like a Witches’ Sabbath
eyes glow under my bed

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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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29 Responses to Fraiku: Halloween

  1. JeanMarie's avatar JeanMarie says:

    *shivers* !

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  2. Just three lines and runs miles in terms of the imagery…what a poem ❀️

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  3. berniebell1955's avatar berniebell1955 says:

    Last time we went round to our neighbours house their big black cat came and sat on my shoulder with his head pressed against mine and I thought….how must this look?

    http://www.spanglefish.com/berniesblog/blog.asp?blogid=15984

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  4. Layla Todd's avatar Jaya Avendel says:

    Oo, what a fitting poem for Halloween! Loving the imagery. <3

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  5. julydase's avatar Julydase says:

    Dark and creepy…and to me, quite lovely. πŸ™‚πŸ’•

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  6. Oh, yes! Spooky good, indeed! πŸŽƒ

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