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.
Coffee in Italy
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…