Alan .S. Jeeves

The Mourning After The Morning After

The day came slowly as I peered out from behind my eyes,
There was no noise, only nonsense.
The sunrise had chosen not to wait for me.

He was needless of my acquaintance as he clambered over the hill ~
As the day was yet still.

A forlorn bottle lay reposing on the floor beside me for company,
His once golden torso now appeared transparent and vacant.
He cast his wide-open eye over me curiously.

I wondered what he wondered, what he thought ~
I expect it was nought.

Far away in the kitchen the coffee pot murmured and babbled,
His familiar fragrance filling the morning air
As I thought of the blackness that he embodied

I recalled the blackness of the night before ~
As I lay on the floor.

Suddenly a feminine voice cried "Coffee?",
Her unfamiliar fragrance filling the morning air.
Where the hell did she come from?

Oh well!
Time will tell.

I cautiously attempted to stand,
Stumbling across to the table in the next room.
I resolved never to partake of such a thing again.

This morning of abject sorrow ~
At least not until tomorrow.



  • Jerry Reynolds

    Been there done that. Good read Alan.

    • Alan .S. Jeeves

      I think a lot of people will have an affinity with this story Jerry.
      Kind regards, Alan

    • dusk arising

      A mournful air surely fills this with your well chosen words. The heavy head looking out from behind ones eyes and the familiar 'never again' will chime with all who have stumbled back into reality the morning after.
      Enjoyed reading this very much.

      • Alan .S. Jeeves

        Yes da. True confessions? I am pleased that you enjoyed the poem.
        Kind regards, Alan

      • orchidee

        Someone on the gin?! Good write Alan.

        • Alan .S. Jeeves

          Someone is Steve, don't know who though. I wrote this using a form which I devised myself. 5 tercets in free verse each followed by a rhyming couplet. I call it 'Liberi et Rithimus' (Free and Rhyme). I'll try not to breath all over you.
          Ex animo, Alan

        • Doggerel Dave

          Well..yeh.....Well..yeh - no I just said that didn't I? Oh where's the Alka Seltzer? Ah! Foul!
          Could really identify with most of the images you present here, Alan. Good stuff.
          Some very long time ago now though. Treat alcohol with much more respect - no merit in that; the old bod wouldn't take it anymore.

          • Alan .S. Jeeves

            Take it easy then Dave. Here in Blighty we always associate Australia with 'Foster's' or 'Castlemain' although I guess that there are many others.
            Kind regards, Alan

          • AlitaOpal

            Oh what a night?!? Could only be a great one and waking up to a nice fresh brew of Arabica coffee.. perfect 🎈

            • Alan .S. Jeeves

              Hi Alita,
              What a night indeed. Thanks for calling by and waking me.
              Kind regards, Alan

            • Goldfinch60

              Yep I can relate to this Alan but it was a very, very long time ago.


              • Alan .S. Jeeves

                Hey Andy.
                Last night always IS a very, very long time ago.
                Ex animo, Alan

              • L. B. Mek

                that armchair psychoanalyst within me, wants to tap into Freud's go-to Oedipus fishing hooks and delve into your choice symbolism of 'hill' and 'golden torso' phrasing, or how you smell your way through your reminiscing's musing, but I wont..
                I will just thank you for sharing a wonderfully engaging read, dear Poet
                'Liberi et Rithimus' is my idea of free verse - with a purpose, a great concept

                • Alan .S. Jeeves

                  Hi LB.
                  Thank you for thanking me. Just a jumble of words really, I am pleased that you enjoyed.
                  Kind regards, Alan

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