This week let’s write a cardinal poem. I saw a couple of cardinals in a tree yesterday. I’m referring to the bird not the Catholics but your poem can be about either of those or even the adjectival form of the word. Dazzle us with your bright red poetry in the comments below.
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.
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More inspiration for your poetry:
https://birdwatchinghq.com/interesting-facts-about-cardinals/
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Posted by JeanMarie | July 26, 2021, 1:57 PMFascinating link. Thanks!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | July 26, 2021, 7:28 PMRed blood dripping, thick
the cardinal pecked the hand
of the feeder – Mine!
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Posted by JeanMarie | July 26, 2021, 10:23 PMDisgusting and Excellent!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | July 26, 2021, 10:24 PMLikeLiked by 1 person
Posted by Bartholomew Barker | July 27, 2021, 7:58 PM“You know when you see a Cardinal outside the window
someone you love who has passed is saying hello.”
So who are you Mr. Cardinal
feathers ratty
and your bald head
black
looking prehistoric
like a some predator from days gone
Beauty of fine plumage
long lost to youth
you eye me through the back window
ground dead and cold
without the snowy coverings of fresh winter
Who of the dead are you
one hundred billion
once like me
lost to time
what soul calls to me
now
two days later
I find you dead
all the fauna on you
long gone
looking for more warm abodes
I dig a small hole
and lay you in it
a thank you to you, Mr. Cardinal
and to whatever soul
you came to me for
and then the flurries began to fly
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Posted by Chris Clarke | July 29, 2021, 10:24 PMVery sad. Well done!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | July 29, 2021, 11:04 PMRed. A scarlet messenger
Spotted on the Edge
Of the street.
Hopping
Hoping to fly
Searching
For nourishment
Dancing
For a purpose
But not to the song
Of the people
No.
This messenger
sings to his own.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | July 31, 2021, 8:52 AMVery nice. Love the last two lines.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | July 31, 2021, 10:01 AMThank you
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 1, 2021, 5:25 PM