Cold mercury ramp
trimmed with whitecaps
ferry jumps waves
Heavy seas crossing the Pentland Firth tonight but I kept my nerve and my stomach.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. 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 makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
Beautiful read
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Thank you, Abi. I was worried this one might be a little too cryptic. Glad you liked it.
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I love the image and the words, Bart.
Cheers,
DD
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Thank you very much, DD!
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stunning !
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Really?!? Thanks, John.
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Graphic imagery Bart … 🌝🌏
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Thanks, Ivor! It would have been more graphic if I hadn’t held my stomach.
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I know that feeling well 😉
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Sounds a grand adventure, sans sea sickness! 🌊
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Thank you, Michele! Even with sea sickness, it would still have been an adventure maybe even more grand since the story would’ve been better.
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You’re welcome, Bart. Suppose sea sickness could add another layer to the story, yes. 🤢
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