I miss the fire dancing in the draft,
the musty smell of melting wax
and the snuff of the brass bell
as smoke swirls up into the dark.
These fraudulent lights
won’t burn the house down
or hurt curious little fingers.
So this December let’s brighten
our time, strike a match and place
glorious, dangerous candles
in the windows for our friends.
(In collaboration with my friends at Charles House after we read a bunch of holiday poems including Little Tree by e. e. cummings, Taking Down the Tree by Jane Kenyon and Christmas Mail by Ted Kooser.)
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.
Lovely poem and imagery.
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Thank you, Pat!
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Very welcome.
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Wonderful poem ✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️
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Glad you liked it and thanks for the reblog!
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My pleasure ✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️
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I will light one for you! 🕯️Really enjoyed this! 🙏🏻
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Thank you, Michele! There’s something about fire at the winter solstice.
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Oh yes, a little early is good too. Just got one started. 🔥👍🏻
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Good job. Not having a fireplace in my apartment, the best I can do is a candle. (or several candles, I suppose)
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Thanks! Was a stubborn start. Add one more… a few thousand miles away. 😄
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I love your poem and its sentiment and request!
Candle light is the best and one of the most beautiful sights for me. 🕯️✨
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Agreed. Beautiful and dangerous.
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“fraudulent lights”…nice one!
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We have a candle-holder on our kitchen window-sill in which we have a T-light which we light when we hear that someone we connect with has passed from this life. The last time it was lit was for Benjamin Zephania…
http://www.spanglefish.com/berniesblog/blog.asp?blogid=16605
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Well done. Mr. Zephania deserves all the commemorations he’s received and more.
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Beautiful poem!
I will light a candle, too, and place it near a window🕯️
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Very good. We’ll need all the light we can muster to entice the sun back to the sky.
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Thank you very much for this wonderful reply 💗
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Nice work. I also like the inspiration poems you linked to.
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Thanks! It’s always interesting, putting together a program of poems on a topic. I learn a lot.
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Beautiful poem
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Glad you liked it, Ms. Brain.
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Beautiful poem. 💞
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Thank you, T. Happy holidays!
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You’re welcome. Same to you. ❄️🎄
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The light from a candle is resplendent. The poem is beautifully written.
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Thank you very much. It’s not bad for a collaboration of more than a dozen celebrants.
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Absolutely
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Nothing wrong with a bit of danger. 😉
Lovely sentiments expressed.
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Thank you, Kate. Danger is like spice.
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Yes, indeed!
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