This week let’s write a poem about a winter storm. As I type this on a frigid Sunday night, freezing rain is pattering my windows and I’m hoping I won’t wake up to cold, powerless house. But there is sledding so slide your poem into 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.
Winter Storm
Winter is a wild white horse
that cannot be contained.
His hooves are clouds,
his breath the snow
that covers everything.
As he gallops through our world,
it’s best to stand aside.
Clean up the havoc he has wreaked,
and watch your step, avoid the ice
that he has left behind.
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | January 26, 2026, 9:55 AMHere’s my take
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Posted by Maggie | January 26, 2026, 12:21 PMGorgeous! Especially that last stanza. Thanks for sharing, Maggie!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 26, 2026, 7:15 PMHope the weather turns for the better soon 😊
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Posted by Maggie | January 26, 2026, 7:25 PMGlad the horse galloped through faster than expected, at least here in NC. Love the metaphor. Thanks for sharing, Nolcha!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 26, 2026, 7:12 PMI’m glad to hear the storm didn’t stay around long. I hope you didn’t lose power.
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | January 26, 2026, 7:14 PMhttps://bartbarkerpoet.com/2026/01/26/ice-surrounds-my-car/
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 26, 2026, 9:01 PM