Derek’s Dinner with Dad
Poppy’s Challenge# 3 - March
I stumble out of the pub - trying to hail a cab on a foggy as soup night
A heavy blanket of alcohol- soothes the ceaseless, monkey chatter in my brain
“Blarghhhh” my stomach lurches, my internal compass gyrates – the streetscape spins like a top– my face goes white
Feet and legs twirl like spaghetti, rendering me lame to
Land on the pavement, next to a piece of thrown away bread, now slickly spiderweb spun, in greeny, gray mould
Just an awkward pile of limbs, reeking of scotch, nose to nose with trash, feeling sick to my stomach - looking rumpled and soiled
My angel reaches down to help me up – her long hair, brushing my face - smelling of vanilla and musk
“Oh Derek, why must you always drink – way, way, too much whenever, you see him!” She stretches out her hand.
An epiphany, flash-strikes through my drunken befuddle, and I know, just, how truly, lucky I am!
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Bonnie Bowerman
Just a curious soul with a crayon, at the beginning of my writing journey. There were many absorbing detours along the way.
I am so happy, I stumbled upon this community. The depth of talent here, takes my breath away!
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Comments (5)
Super unique and great descirption of drunkedness!
I agree with Dharrsheena… though I suspect Derek might have learnt his lesson… vivid description of an unpleasant place to land!😳
Derek better not drink again, else I'll ask her to leave him, lol. Loved your poem!
Excellent narrative poem! Particulars really created a vivid scene!
This is a delightfully playful piece! “Blarghhhh” my stomach lurches - easily one of the funniest poetic lines ever! Loved it!