It’s too soon I warned her
ice barely melted
but warm air and hot sun
on winter pale skin
makes her jump to cool
that spring fever
Then screams echo
off far shore trees
just barely green
(Inspired by the National Poetry Month poster above and Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt even though I didn’t use the word, it’s present throughout.)
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 
great visual prompt.
great poem
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Thanks, JM! I can’t even remember past posters for National Poetry Month. This one was inspiring.
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Easter Sunday – Evie Sands – mother & daughter in the water – loving it! We were standing on the shore – well wrapped up – enjoying watching their joy.
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In the water on an Easter Sunday? Ack!
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“jumping in to cool Spring Fever.” I remember doing this when I was young.
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And you can do it again this National Poetry Month!
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Oh, I like both. The poem and the picture. And certainly such a typical thing for carefree children to do. It’s like I see my now adult daughters as cildren defying the cold and just having fun.
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Danke! I’m not sure if I didn’t feel the cold as much as a child or if I just didn’t care.
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