Broken is the silence, thus I stride with
Enthusiastic ecstasy, in order to re-join my folk: the
Eager cattle, drinking from their little troughs;
Resplendently partaking; in postponed festivity.
Granted, this rejoicing is a beautiful thing, though
All who consider themselves to be an offspring of
Ravenous Dionysus, make sure not to spoil, and to not
Deface, for the viral invisible smog unfortunately, still
Exists, thus please do not make it a “fear garden”, as
Nothingness; may well become the order of the day.
- Author: AuburnScribbler ( Offline)
- Published: April 18th, 2021 11:22
- Comment from author about the poem: In the UK the lockdown restrictions have eased a little more now, meaning that outdoor wining and dining can now be enjoyed. On Wednesday, I and a few friends jubilantly congregated together for the first time in ages, and decided to have a good walk, which of course ended up in a beer garden. It was great to see them, though we agreed that we still need to be careful, as "the plague" is still among us. Accompanying the poem is a picture of "The Flying Circus" beer garden in Newark, Nottinghamshire (one of my locals), which my friends and I had a couple of beverages. I hope that you enjoy the poem, and as always, please stay safe everyone.
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Comments4
Good write AS.
Thanks for the read orchidee, have a drink for me, and I hope that all is well.
Acronym
GRAGZ
Thanks for the read rosiedm, though I am not sure about the acronym, but have a drink for me, and I hope that all is well.
"please do not make it a “fear garden”" such true words Ben, we must still be careful.
I didn't see that beer garden when I was in Newark!
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and yes, though the beer garden is a staple of UK sociability, we need to make sure that the last of the plague is out, before we fully get back to "normal".
Regarding the beer garden pictured, you might have known it as the Crown and Mitre, before it changed to The Flying Circus about seven years ago, if you are ever near Newark again; and are thirsty, it's well worth the visit.
Anyway, thanks again, have a drink for me, and I hope that all is well.
a great read!
'we oft neglect the 'public house' roots
of our beloved pubs
so then, once more in timely Spring
they've allowed us to unlock - our castle doors
let us few who can: choose
to simply toast and enjoy, for once
and let it be Fate
forced to wait and contemplate...'
Thanks for the read L. B. Mek, and a lovely poetic response indeed.
I drink a pledge to you,
Dear bard called L. B. Mek,
Drink to be good, do what you should,
But if your wish, is what you would,
Then down it. (Haha!)
Thanks again, have a drink for me, and I hope that all is well.
Salut mi Amigo! lol
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