Thoughts of you—
like a prickle of porcupines
occupying my mind
(for the LP Prompt Porcupine and thanks to JeanMarie for the collective noun.)
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.
Wow…knowing first hand what it feels like to tangle with a porcupine, I would not want to be in your thought this way. Great work.
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Thank you, Anita.
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That’s a brilliant take on the prompt 👍👏👏
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Thank you, CB. I wasn’t particularly inspired by the prompt until JM wrote that they’re called a prickle of porcupines.
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I shall read that
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I love this. And I’m always happy to spread new vocabulary. Our next LP event should be called a prickle of poets. Ha!
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Consider it done!
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Oh, I like this one too! So vivid in your words, and the use of the word “prickles!” Well done!! 🙌
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Thank you, Pam! I wish I could take credit for that collective noun but, like a murder of crows, we humans can be quite clever sometimes.
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💖🤗 yes, clever indeed!
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Yikes! That prickles!
The antidote could be a charm of Goldfinches.
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But that would lead to another definition of bird brain.
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I was picturing the Goldfinches, with their brightness, soothing the prickles in your mind.
Speaking of which…. http://www.spanglefish.com/berniesblog/blog.asp?blogid=16135
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For me brightness and birds aren’t soothing. I need something dim and quiet like a school of fish.
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So brilliant!
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Grazie, Luisa!
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🙏💙🙏💙🙏
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Oh, this is delightful. And now I shall have the phrase “prickle of porcupines” tickling mine.
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I’m eager to see what comes from your quill.
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“I need something dim and quiet like a school of fish.”
As my Mum used to say….”It wouldn’t do we were all the same.”
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Intrusive and persistent thoughts can be so annoying. Good take, Bart!
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Thank you, Susi!
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You’re welcome!
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