Fraiku: St. Michan’s

He’s still dead after 800 years.
Plant me under a tree
for immortality.


I prefer not to reveal the inspiration for my poems but I think this one needs a little context. I visited St. Michan’s Church today and took the picture above. The body in the center of the shot is believed to have been a Crusader and he’s who I’m referring to in my haiku.

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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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13 Responses to Fraiku: St. Michan’s

  1. luvgoodcarp's avatar luvgoodcarp says:

    Such a great concept. Nicely done. Make mine a sugar maple, please.

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  2. JeanMarie's avatar JeanMarie says:

    You’re a month late for Halloween B. But this made me laugh. Thanks for the picture!

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  3. Cassa Bassa's avatar Cassa Bassa says:

    I prefer to fertilize a tree too, a willow or poplar

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  4. berniebell1955's avatar berniebell1955 says:

    Jeez Bart – that is one manky Crusader.

    At the bottom of our garden is an Alder which is known as The Dead Cat Tree. Some people who lived here long before us buried their cat and planted the Alder over it. Our neighbour told us about it when we moved into this house. That cat will have been dead for about 25 years by now – and it’s still referred to. Not exactly immortality but – something like.

    Here’s a thought to conjure with…..a person is buried , and a tree planted over them. The tree grows, is cut down, and the wood is used to make …chairs, a table….to build a house. Still something of the person is there.

    We are all part of one LIFE. Truly immortal….. https://theorkneynews.scot/2017/11/13/how-i-see-the-whole-life-lovelightgodreiki-etc-etc-thing/

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  5. How do we get you under there I’m thinking?

    And then, you don’t want to be a mummy??

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  6. ayi's avatar somtooti says:

    Great

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