10 February 2016

Poem

The Red Lion

Drinking in a country pub one summer’s day
Watching tiny particles of dust
In cinema slow motion
Dancing daintily in a sunbeam shaft
Like miniscule krill in a bay yet
Switch off the sun and
You wouldn’t know the dust was there
But my friend these particles are everywhere
If you only care
To look.


I sink another glug of beer
This glass ringed as a tree
Each line of foam left here
Like a layer of history.
Then turn to The Gents
Or head for the door
Dimly aware
That you need no more
For that’s time at the bar
Time at the bar please
Leaves dust
To
Settle.

15 comments:

  1. I can almost taste the beer, sweat trickling down the glass...there are things in life one sees and feels, if only one tries enough. Well written, warm greetings!

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    1. You are so kind and so thoughtful Blogoratti. Thanks for bothering to read my poem.

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  2. Around me I see dust here there and everywhere
    However a beer with you I willingly shall share
    But I have more sense than to enter The Gents
    It'll be to The Ladies I'll go to spend my cents

    Cheers!

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    1. Oh, how long will Lee be in the loo?
      I expect that she's gone there for a poo.
      Do ladies poo? - I'm not quite sure
      It's a mystery gentlemen must endure.

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  3. Nice! Makes me wish summer were here already.

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    1. Thanks for reading this poem Steve. Appreciated.

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  4. If a poem could sound yorkshire this one can

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    1. How many colours did we see today?
      Roughly fifty shades of gray.

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  5. Another nice one YP - thank you.

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    1. Oh Coppa's girl you are so kind
      To leave some gratitude behind.

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    2. Think nothing of it Yorkshire Pud,
      Your poems they are all so good.

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  6. Is there significance in the capital S for settle? I like the internal rhymes in the poem.

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    1. I wanted the poem itself to settle at that moment Mrs Weaver. You get settles in old pubs and beer needs to settle before you drink it but the capital is only because it's a new line.

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  7. You can tell a lot about a man from the subjects of his poems.

    Good one!

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    1. Yes my dear Robert, dust to dust...

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