She is a torch
In deep caves
Where men have
Lost vision
She glows from
Some inner joy
We huddle around
For warmth
She can’t hide
Bright shines
Her eyes
And smile
All I need do
Is look up
From my shoes
To see her
This year marks the tenth anniversary of my first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular. To celebrate I’m posting my favorite poems from the book on Wednesday nights, of course.
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.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Look up and we shall see
Sparkles above the trees
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“Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies…” (Frost)
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Thanks Bart
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Thank you, Ivor!
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Beautiful.
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Thank you, K.
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Glowing imagery 🤗
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Thanks!
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Amazing! ✨
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Glad you approve!
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