Heres a poem I wrote for a final project this semester but I wanted to share it because I quite like it ! Enjoy :)
The Lifecycle of a Pub
heavy boots drum to the beat,
“can’t you hear the whistle blowin’”
machinery grease lines
like iron tracks
banging, clanging on
empty fields of thought
chugging draught ale to
drown the ache
despite the lashing
storm brewing
the gramophone whirls,
“again some sunny day”
puddles form on worn wood
slipping through cracks
shook loose from shellings
but the soles pay no mind
instead celebrate a year won
and lives lost
men clad in brown wool
arms interlocked
slipping away only to sip
rum from chipped glasses
the TV announcer declares,
“Chelsea are champions again.”
captivated cheers shake bricks
and walls hold their ground
as memory fades over
glass shatters
as Guinness foam splatters
through sun and rain
a young girl steps on stage,
“god, just let the rain stop.”
a sound of agreement echoes
mocking hunger
as fingers snap
till the timer is done
and with it three
minutes under the sun
a sip of cider brew
cleansing the mildew aroma
wafting from heavy green cloth
stretched over a table
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