The Ferryman’s Arms - by
About to sit down with my half-pint of Guinness
I was magnetized by a remote phosphorescence
and drawn, like a moth, to the darkened back room
where a pool-table hummed to itself in the corner.
pubs and bars
Except for Iain - by
Except for Iain, who looks both found & lost, / already haunted by his own baffled ghost…
Last Chance Saloon - by
‘Set ‘em up, kid’ was your usual cry
/ as you sauntered through the door
/ with a look in your eye and…
The Sweet Silver Song - by
Rita, Keith and I are in the British Legion
/ to choose a menu for the wake.
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/ We’re at the end of the…
Off the Toune Off Air - by
O’Brienis Bar is situat twa mylis west
/ Off the herbour in the Toune off Air.
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/ The populatioun off O’Brienis Bar
/ Att the Census…