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Monday Poetry Prompt: City

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This week let’s write a city poem. Write about the city you live in, the city you’re from or the city where you’d like to be. Or maybe why you don’t want to be in any cities. Post your place 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.

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    The breeze caries a cantor dust
    frozen floating mirrors
    fresh from the day’s first yawn
    feet crunching toes cold

    a crusty shack
    smoking creaking banging ravens
    dare each other to be the
    first one to grab some fish under
    the noses of the sleeping dogs

    they fly when I near
    Siler and Fluffy awaken
    panting out new crystals with each breath

    The door opens the
    warmth greets a
    weathered parchment
    a health department warning
    “This Premises has been exposed to Rubella”

    They are all here
    Sandy and Olaf by the stove
    their woolens smoke
    Robert (not Bob) and Rachel
    get their mail
    50 lbs. of flour Iridium credits
    “Starlink don’t work here”
    Sham wipes the counter
    while Gil screws in the last one
    “Always use Torx screws”

    I count all but one
    the denizens I mean
    (God know where he is)
    All gathered here
    in this place

    We are all social creatures
    Sometimes even Enkidu in
    the wild craves the
    life this city holds

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | July 23, 2024, 6:04 PM
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