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Monday Poetry Prompt: August

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This week let’s summon some warmth and write an August poem. Even though it’s six months away, we can still imagine late summer. Post your results in the comments below.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

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9 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: August

  1. On a Clear August Night

    Anyone can see them, all the cliques
    of stars. I look up, then down as I open
    the Sears telescope’s tripod, see a fanlight
    of quarter moon skim the river by Egans
    Creek Ballfield, look at my hands, while crickets
    sing their rough monotony. I want to see
    Saturn tonight, before a cloud of mosquitoes
    sees me in the dark, penetrates the OFF!
    moistened by sweat. Scanning, aiming,
    face flush with lucky dilettante surprise
    I find it, alone, wearing its miracle of rings.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Steve Croft | February 11, 2019, 7:01 PM
    • Love the astronomy images here. Great work!

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      Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 11, 2019, 10:19 PM
      • Thanks. I thought about the poem last night and decided I was unhappy with some words (this preoccupation with words! To paraphrase Johnny Depp in “Pirates” — Poet). Happier with this:

        On a Clear August Night

        Anyone can see them, all the cliques
        of stars. I look up, then down as I open
        the Sears telescope’s tripod, glimpse a fanlight
        of quarter moon skimming the river by Egans
        Creek Ballfield, look at my hands, while crickets
        sing their chirping monotony. I want to see
        Saturn tonight, before a cloud of mosquitoes
        sees me in the moonlight, penetrates the OFF!
        moistened by sweat. Scanning, aiming,
        face flush with lucky dilettante surprise
        I find it, alone, wearing its miracle of rings.

        Liked by 1 person

        Posted by Steve Croft | February 12, 2019, 12:20 PM
  2. February has been cheating.
    Inspired by dreams of August
    the sun blazed, and wind swirled warm
    in vainglory. But Nature knows.
    Spring, the most capricious season
    is still a month a way.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by JeanMarie | February 11, 2019, 4:22 PM

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