Angelina
Gary
never known for his subtlety
three pints in at The Anchor
half an eye still on the game
orders another lager
swigs
stands tall at the bar
and tells us all
this changes nothing
he wouldn’t kick her out of bed
hilarity
he’s no oil painting himself
never has been never will
shouts of he should be so lucky
in another life in his dreams
burst
of the old anglo-saxon
to put us in our place
and then the surprise
he takes a sip and asks us
imagine
the quacks went at your jewels
with a knife
to save your life
could you would you tell the world?
Gary
never known for his subtlety
three pints in at The Anchor
drinks the silence
nods and tells us
courage
looks and more balls
than all of us together that Lara
and then Gary orders another lager
half an eye still on the game.
Steve Pottinger. 17 May 2013
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wed 22nd May 2013 02:32
Excellent poem - topic and development. There is so much more here than one obvious idea. Masterfully executed.