
She never got used
to the downing of black bitter
in hot quick spurt
standing
throwing a joke at the barman
whistling after a girl
then on to work
putting to right
important matters of the world
leaving behind those soaked
in disdain.
She never got used
to the downing of black bitter
in hot quick spurt
standing
throwing a joke at the barman
whistling after a girl
then on to work
putting to right
important matters of the world
leaving behind those soaked
in disdain.
I love this! Thanks for sharing, Marina!
Thank you! I am a bit of a coffee addict, I admit…
So am I!
Oh, I love your choice of words here, Marina Sofia! A perfect depiction of that sort of coffee bar!
I prefer to drink my coffee sitting down and in small sips, but hey, it’s a cultural thing…
Enjoyed this one – keep up the good work
I enjoyed this one too, the imagery is very striking.
Ah, I come from a patriarchal culture myself, so know this all too well…
You seem to be on a roll lately. Are you feeling more creative?
I love this. Leaving behind those in disdain. You should send this out to magazines. I think it deserves to be published on a bigger platform
You are far too kind, thank you!
Excellent poem. I’m mostly a tea drinker, although occasionally I drink coffee, if it’s good. But your poem strongly hits the marks.
I enjoyed the poem, but… I drink coffee straight at the bar in one minute and I do have the occasional joke (but not a sexist one, eh, usually about the kids) with the barman. That’s Paris…
Ah, yes, cultural differences…