In a Dungog Pub
Met in accidental way
turned together in the night
looking for a place to drink
somewhere warm and dry and quiet.
Nothing open in the street
except a pub and all it's clash
over-loud and belting beat
enough to give your brain a bash.
Found a stool and ordered drinks
shouting strong - across the room
crackling music beating pain
hurling hell and ghostly gloom.
People - all - from cultish times
once when wine was strong taboo
sipped and mellowed in the mix
winging words and thoughts anew.
Really rather strange and odd
how these people - in low light
without thought or any plan
came together in this night.
Joy Weare,
31st May, 2010.
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