A pub with no name.

A pub with no name.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the flow
of liquid amber
drunken thoughts
gather no sense
in an orchestrated stutter
the reflection from
the empty glass
shines on in the dimly lit
mind sitting in the corner.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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i can see this image so clearly , and the amber of dying light glowing through the amber of the beer in the glass ... A lonely figure you have painted.

Posted 5 Years Ago


If you've never seen a light slowly going out, then the pub's the place to see one. Loved the way you described this.

Grace.

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you Grace
There is many an English pub I have visited and seen this scene. The lone drinker in the corner, enjoying his pint.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Indeed Chris, a watering hole for some.
Nicely descriptive of the lone drinker sir! Have you been watching me?
An enjoyable free verse and excellent descriptive word choice Andrew.

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

I thought it was you! Lol thank you John for your kind words!
This takes my memories to the dimly lit mind in corner. Welldone

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you free will.
Did I hear someone say long island.

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

THank you Cherrie
Great write love it thanks

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you Julie
I been to this Pub. Good long Island ice teas. I enjoyed this poem Andrew.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you John. I think you have been everywhere.:)
Coyote Poetry

5 Years Ago

At least the pubs. You are welcome Andrew.
i've been through bar on a horse with no name...my trot is off kilter...i am a drunken colt without the wherewithal or balance to bolt.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

haha very nicely put Jacob
I've not been much of a drinker, no favorite pub visited often, but I did tend bar here & there, so I catch your picture vividly. Annette & I love the song "Horse With No Name" (America) & we are always working that line in somewhere. This is a perfect fit becuz the scene you describe so starkly, this is exactly how it feels to be riding thru life on a Horse With No Name! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you for a lovely review Margie

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Added on March 31, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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