within confines of the glass his world swirls
luminous bar, reflects gelled hair, bowed
heavy on the wood, clenched fists, wedding ring
whiskey
he’s not old, not a kid
first impression, judgements passed
others make the call
problem with booze, fight with the wife
lost the high dollar job
quietly slurs ~ “another”
bartender nods, been a regular, last few weeks
as stares held within the glass
headlights caught in blocks of ice
no-ones know his life, not you not I
moment stands still
his son’s giggling echoes ~ taunts in his ears
car tyres splash
~ the thump
the silence
a winter’s night, car uncontrolled
his life now void of young laughter
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©jmtacken 28 Feb 2014
With a nudge from Brian I share this with dversepoets Brian has us developing characters in our poetry today. Come join the fun – write, read others and comment – as that’s what we do! 🙂
Ramblings From A Mum 