One for the memory of grandparents
One for the snow soon to be forgotten
One for the wreath of holly on the door
One for the presents I never got
One for the presents I outgrew
One for overly sentimental poetry
And one for the warmth of a winter bed
with you
(For Living Poetry’s Monday Prompt.)
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 
I was thinking…’Oh lord, he’s being maudlin about Christmas’. Then …the dénouement….
Indeed – curled up in the nest is the place to be in this weather.
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I was being pretty maudlin but it served the prompt. Hope you’re enjoying the dark season up there, so much closer to pole than I.
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It’s typical Orkney winter weather here today – wet and windy. We’re hoping for a fine day on Saturday to have a Solstice walk at Brodgar – here’s hoping!
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Wish I was there.
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Happy Holidays!
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Happy Solstice, Dawn!
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