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Monday Poetry Prompt: Rescue

This week let’s write a rescue poem. Are you the hero/heroine or are you the damsel/dandy in distress? Rescue this post in the comments below.

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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.

Discussion

11 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Rescue

  1. Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld's avatar

    Save me in my dreams
    as my muse slips in and prompts
    help me remember
    for when morning comes I will
    see the sun and know nothing
    of what was whispered.

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | January 25, 2021, 7:23 AM
  2. purplestoneblog's avatar

    My pal, my psychic cat
    has gone,
    ‘mourning period is over’
    she returns to tell me
    time to rescue & befriend
    someone new
    or is he going to rescue me.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by purplestoneblog | January 25, 2021, 8:28 AM
  3. browniepup's avatar

    Beautiful poem! “Save me in my dreams” perfect for this surreal time! Nice work. Lisa Baron

    Like

    Posted by browniepup | January 26, 2021, 9:25 AM
  4. Chris Clarke's avatar

    Broken glass
    still littering the floor
    where earlier
    the angry tried to take
    our voice

    a dissonant chord
    fortissimo
    held for too many measures

    reach down
    among those shards
    and pick up the flag
    and aright
    what they did take

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | January 26, 2021, 2:13 PM
  5. Dan's avatar

    The stagnant air of evil’s lair
    held me captive in its snare.
    No clothes to wear,
    naked,
    bare;
    A sinner without
    a prayer.

    T’was then my saviour came in glee
    to finally set me free.
    No need to flee,
    I’m safe now,
    see.
    His love extends
    to me.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Dan Davis | January 27, 2021, 8:27 AM

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