Leaves glisten under the orange moon
a black cat flicks stray droplets
from aggravated ears
(Let’s claim this was written for this week’s LP prompt but we all know who really inspired this one: Moriarty.)
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.
Autumnal without any cliches. Nice!
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Thanks, Pat! The orange moon is a little cliche but I couldn’t resist tonight.
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An orange moon over Geelong last night
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Lovely!
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A clear night 🌝
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