by Mark   Aug 14, 2017

Drink! Drink! A rowdy crowd sways
The heartfelt sighs of a hard day.
Braising smells after the whistling tells
Of roasts a-broil as hunger propels!

Sweet! Sweet! Bitter the beer
From cask of fire and source of cheer.
Rum and whisky flow the tide
Of inebriation - a mask we hide.

Sing! Sing! Chant the bar hymn.
Pitch be wild and volume to the brim.
Worriments of old sink and swim
Downed with ale, tonic and gin.

Play! Play! Spear the dart legs
Bullseyes met with the clinging of kegs.
The bettors release their nervous haze
Of rich tabacco lite a blaize.

Time! Time! The mornings well here
A few hours the sun will appear.
Toxins return violently to the floor Malaised, all, stumble to the door.


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  • 1 month ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Loved this it conjured up very vivid imagery and had great rhythm and rhyme. An excellent piece x

  • 1 month ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Love this!
    "Toxins return violently to the floor" GENIUS!
    For reasons I can't explain though (maybe I'm not 'poet-ey' enough yet) the image this conjured in my head was of an olde worlde pub of yore, with large tankards of ale being served by wenches! Lol.
    Great write :-)

    • 1 month ago

      by Mark

      That's the imagery I was trying to convey!! Well I was going to mention the 'wenches' lol...didn't want to offend

  • 2 months ago

    by Lucifer

    Another brilliant piece of work I read today.
    No doubts why it is nominated.

  • 2 months ago

    by Brenda

    Mark, a really cool write. It was intertaining through out. Well done-

  • 2 months ago

    by Michael

    love the story and the rhyming in your piece, and well structured Mark

    Michael :)

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