Mathias
She knows how it feels to fly
wind tearing her eyes and ears
smell of the earth from his coat
as her friend Mathias gallops
Thin legs grip his barrel
filling like a bellows
as loyal equine lungs
unbridle the air
She's holding tight
to her one reason to stay
because if fingers slip
from his bristled mane
She would be thrown
from the world
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of
poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. 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 makes money as a
computer programmer to fund his poetry habit. www.bartbarkerpoet.com
I love the simplicity of this poem and the elegance throughout it as well. Very nicely done, Bart!
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DeleteThrilling ... poetry in motion, Bart
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DeleteNice poem. I like the picture pairing as well
ReplyDeleteYeah, the picture accentuates my little poem well. Thank you.
DeleteThanks for publishing my poem, Strider! Love the pic you chose for it.
ReplyDeleteExcellent.
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