The Burning

Born in a cottage by an oasis in the vast emptiness,
we precocious children play with matches,
setting our home ablaze.

We grab the extinguisher with blistered hands
but our cousins pry it away
and smash us in the face.

All because they don’t believe
in fire.


(for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt)

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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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15 Responses to The Burning

  1. Michele Lee's avatar Michele Lee says:

    Excellent, poetry and message. πŸ”₯

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  2. berniebell1955's avatar berniebell1955 says:

    On first reading I didn’t understand this one. I didn’t ‘get’ the not believing in fire reference – how can someone not believe in fire – it burns?
    Then – I made the connection. Tho’ – having said that – all response to art is individual – so I might be barking up the wrong, burning, tree of Climate Change denial.

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  3. And while the planet burns… they still refuse to see…!
    πŸ‡―πŸ‡²πŸ–οΈ

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  4. berniebell1955's avatar berniebell1955 says:

    Fire & Water…

    http://www.spanglefish.com/berniesblog/blog.asp?blogid=16596

    ….it’s on m’Facebook page too…

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  5. luvgoodcarp's avatar luvgoodcarp says:

    Nicely done, Bart.

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