And here we are, blundering through the cold, dark early weeks of the year, flames from the fire growling up the walls at the King’s Head, our local.
Inside we’re the jokers, knocking them back, lager in our mouths, a bwah-hah-hah noise between old songs and the lost-count-which-pint. Questions blurt out but we’re on the razz, sozzled. A mate turns up the volume, which one I don’t know, lights swirl to x’s, white pinpricks and would I like another? I slur out a guhon then. We’ve all got the zest for more.
Written: January 2018. Explanation: A poem written in my own time for university - as such, changes are possible in the coming months. It is an alphabet-type piece - 'and', 'blundering', 'cold', 'dark', 'early'... and so on. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Almost 400 of my poems, mostly old pieces, have been put on private by me recently. Only more satisfying poems and old uni pieces remain.