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Monday Poetry Prompt: Kinfolk


This week let’s write a kinfolk poem. Last Thursday saw the birth of my latest cousin-grandniece, my father’s brother’s son’s son’s daughter. We’re all related by blood to other people. We might not know them, we might not like them but they’re there. So post your “thicker than water” poems in the comments below.



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. 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.


11 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Kinfolk

  1. Kinfolk

    Great-grandpa Stevens lies
    on the hill with all of his time
    cradled in the earth
    that brought his form to bear

    May 11
    a mid-Spring day
    when the still extant Chestnuts
    carpeted the hills
    filled the air with white petals
    feathering down in the gentle breeze

    Six years since the war
    (Which one? There is always one to start a count…)
    Memories of pain fade
    and are eclipsed by creations of our mind
    of times to come

    Hale and strong in youth
    he would have walked the tow paths
    (abandoned, trade long gone)
    to rails of current-day diligence
    and the tales that would be told

    He married Sarah Marie
    and set to work on their vision
    the world they willed into being

    She gave him eight
    and five they put in this hill (somewhere)
    When their surety of their vision
    (like those small bodies) was laid low

    Why is it we start to be erased
    before we are even fully formed
    Our earlier chapters lost
    Before the current one is written

    November 21
    an early winter day
    when the now extinct Chestnuts
    no longer poured out their fruits
    on this hill where they would lay him

    Six years before the war
    (Which one? There is always one to start a count…)
    Memories of pain fade
    and are eclipsed by creations of our mind
    of times that have gone bye.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Chris Clarke | June 9, 2020, 10:39 AM
  2. Congratulations to the Barker family! New babies are always a celebration. Nice prompt, but I’m going to cheat and post a silly (tier 2) poem I wrote several years ago.

    Strange Ties

    At the dinner counter down on main street
    two strangers sat sipping tea.
    exchanging pleasantries.
    “You seem familiar,” said the one on the left.
    “So you do,” replied the one on the right.
    So they talked about the who’s, where’s and what’s
    until they put it together.
    “You’re my illegitimate half-cousin twice removed by marriage!”
    “Well, that explains your relationship with my ex-step uncle-in-law.”
    Glad we got that cleared up.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by JeanMarie | June 8, 2020, 2:00 PM
  3. as I get older
    I notice shifts in family
    the order of the day
    is not the same as it was
    am I to assume
    family is a break
    instead of a focus

    ever since mother passed
    life has not been the same
    we always looked to her
    for comfort
    and family history
    and unrecorded stories
    of many times in her life
    and I wish I had written them down

    as I hold on to the strands
    the people who stay connected
    who want to be involved
    I am finding
    family means many different things
    and kinfolk may or may not carry
    blood of the same line

    and that’s okay with me
    because in the end game
    of life
    family becomes much more than blood
    it becomes the arteries
    to make the beating
    of the heart

    but still, that does not mean
    I do not desire to embrace
    my mother
    it means I embrace her even more
    in my heart

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | June 8, 2020, 8:41 AM

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