A Tavern of Empty Voices

Devoted patrons

have chosen to stay home

and melt like ice cubes in glasses.        

 

Most days here,

the sun, in its lazy mood,

mopes across the floor      

to occupy chairs, or corners,     

....but says nothing.      

 

It only displaces a cacophony      

of voices, and intoxicated crooners.   

 

The upturned bar stools 

reflect a world      

gone upside down.      

 

When it rains,      

this empty room 

is like clouds with heavy eyes on tap,      

toasting down another drink 

to sorrow and uncertainty.

Author's Note

No one went out during covid.

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

There is a pub directly opposite my home and a bookmakers 3 doors down. Usually my street is crammed with cars and people walking about until late at night and now it is almost deserted ... mostly mine is the only car parked on a very quiet and empty street now.
Yes, it's lovely that i can find a parking space but oh so strange that the pub is deserted and desolate.

[Relic]

Gregarious people find it a sad state of affairs. Thank you, Stella. R.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend.
"Upturned barstools
reflect a world upside down."
I miss my Jazz clubs. The closed down world more hard for the children. Happy New Year my friend. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Coyote. And happy new year to you.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Neville]

............... I know that feeling ... You just nailed it, so ya did :)

[Relic]

Thank you, Neville. R.

[.]

Wow what great way to describe lockdown period. The upturned barstools perfectly described the upside down lives of ours! It's a pity that we are again heading towards it... But we can hope this new year will bring some respite from this... You are a prolific writer in describing the imagery

[Relic]

Thank you, Dreamer. You're very kind. I wish you a happy new year, also. :)

[Lorry]

So many owners freaking out as the doors stay closed to all but mounting bills as they try to stay afloat, with no sight of a lifeline.
And the customers of yore are missing their refuge too... No more happy place to go to, to destress and I wonder if they remember my name, 'cos I'm starting to forget it now 😉
I miss those big tip smiles.

[Relic]

Thanks for reading, Lorry. Life is certainly changing.