Friday, December 16, 2005

Frog & Rosbif Nights


How many nights have I spent in this pub of dreams, this place of snapshots stolen...

How many hugs have these walls witnessed, Little England breaking through...

How many arms have cradled shoulders, clutched at shadows, booze-emboldened...

How many pints of amber beer have hit lined stomachs, silky brew...



How many friends have met, how many Sunday papers fingers flicked...

How many football matches cheered, and heros chided, high on screen...

How many eyes have tripped on angels, smoky visions, gazes tricked...

How many friendly faces, solace offered with a drink between...

© Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free 2005
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Section Updated: Under Bars
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3 comments:

Mdx said...

I like these shots - no flash i assume? gives a warm inviting 1st picture and slow shutter creates movement on 2nd. All smokers, tut tut tut. The pics go really well with your poem. Nice post.

Paris Set Me Free said...

No flash. I abhor it. As I do smoking. But it's a pub. What do you want? Poem thing was just written to go with the photos - a total connection, so no surprises there. And an extremely unpolished piece, and I would have said it had been polished, but it wasn't.

It was a strange evening... with Stringfellows would-be lap dancers rubbing shoulders with magicians and pub managers, old friends and new ones, and a couple of photos to remember it all by...

Sodwee said...

http://www.frogpubs.com

for further photos of lap dancers...

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