The Roots of Spring

The trees are holding hands
in the deep dark
like quiet teenagers
at a drive-in movie

While high above
a woodpecker sucks
the sap seeping
from newly drilled holes

Although this poem isn’t about sex
it is Spring
and all the world is blossoming
with fresh unfurled lust


(for this week’s Living Poetry prompt, written with my friends at Charles House after we read some famous Spring poems. Believe it or not, they mentioned the woodpecker before I told them about the 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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24 Responses to The Roots of Spring

  1. luvgoodcarp says:

    The trees holding hands is such a lovely image.

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  2. Cassa Bassa says:

    Haha you did great with the prompt words. 😄

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  3. K. Hartless says:

    holes, hands, darkness. Nope, didn’t get anything at all from any of that. ;) Spring is so x-rated.

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  4. Stacey C. Johnson says:

    Love that pivot!

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  5. Love it Bartholomew! I have several woodpeckers that visit my feeder. 😊 (Love the Springtime innuendos too!)

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  6. Love this, well done 👍
    The root of Spring and awakening, I think!!

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  7. rothpoetry says:

    A beautiful poem for spring!

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  8. Fresh unfurled lust. Beautiful

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