My Nepenthe

Dying from thirst and memory
she offers me a smile
a cool smooth cyan liquid
in a clear goblet

Fascinating it dances with light
twirls in my hand relaxing
a stubborn sorrow falling away
like clothes in sweltering summer

Into her glittering pools I dive
to drown in sweet distraction
why surface to breathe poison
when she heals as my nepenthe


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.

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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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10 Responses to My Nepenthe

  1. Cassa Bassa's avatar Cassa Bassa says:

    “a stubborn sorrow falling away
    like clothes in sweltering summer” šŸ‘šŸ’š

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  2. equipsblog's avatar equipsblog says:

    Have you visited Nepenthe In Big Sur?

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  3. I’d never heard of Nepenthe before; thank you for the introduction. It would be great to have something to just drink away sorrow – or would it?

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  4. Priti's avatar Priti says:

    Beautiful lines šŸ‘Œ

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