Feathers
written by: Bartholomew Barker
@bartbarkerpoet
She wore feathers in her hair
and looked perfectly natural.
The plumage matched the color
of her mammalian locks
and subtle avian beauty,
piercing eyes,
aquiline face,
slender limbs,
lithe body.
She’s quite the rara avis,
a species seldom seen.
I’m not trying to imprison her
in some cage for my amusement.
I want to watch her soar,
just not too far away.
So how do I entice her
onto my arm?
Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry readers 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. 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.
Latest posts by Bartholomew Barker (see all)
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