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Monday Poetry Prompt: Lamb

This week let’s write a lamb poem. Our species domesticated theirs about ten thousand years ago so we have plenty ancient symbols and metaphors to work with. If, like me, you’ve never really gotten to know a lamb, ram or ewe, here are a few fun facts to get you started.

Post your mutton 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.

Discussion

16 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Lamb

  1. Mine’s only vaguely about lambs.

    Fraiku: On the Interstate

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    Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 3, 2021, 9:01 PM
  2. A lamb is cute and softly fleeced
    the fleece is full and ready to shear
    shearing leads to mountains of fluff
    fluff leads to washing of stuffs
    muscles are found with carding the wool
    hands are soft, yet hardened with silt
    work is found when carded and ready
    working the wheel, the spin is a treasure
    steady as you go, the turn into skeins
    soon the needles will turn to their tasks
    sit by the fire and tap out a vest
    sheep grow more fur
    as the flock gets a rest
    this all seems symbiotic for sure
    take note of what a sheep must endure
    thank goodness for cattle
    their true protectors
    it all works together
    as sheep must be shorn
    as humans must sheer them
    as sure as their born

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    Posted by Lisa Tomey | September 3, 2021, 5:13 PM
  3. Am a little late but here it is

    Mary’s little lamb
    Was a stalker
    How long did she last
    Before she was turned into stew

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    Posted by Catherine Penafiel | September 3, 2021, 11:57 AM
  4. Where are the pigeons that flew overhead
    for hours at a time
    a September harbinger of fall?
    they are lost to past time
    never to return

    like big V-8s
    four-barrels
    rumbling with mixtures too rich
    leaded and unburned
    sweet poisonous fumes
    scenting the altar
    where the lamb
    his pure white fur
    mottled with inviolable carbon black
    lays cut in two
    viscous oil and green cash
    flowing down from this temple to the east
    a testament of our aptitude
    in self deception

    But like the birds
    the V8s are gone as well
    because now we know better
    at least how to keep the mire out of sight
    in the spectacle of the daily media cycle

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | September 1, 2021, 11:32 PM
  5. What’s going on?
    Mutton honey. I’m out of mint sauce

    Awwwww so cuuuuute!
    Wham bam thank you lamb.

    This is not a poem.
    I am not a vegetarian.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by JeanMarie | September 1, 2021, 1:25 AM
  6. I had roast lamb for dinner tonight ….

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by ivor20 | August 30, 2021, 7:17 AM

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