A pint at dusk.
An ale, as the sun goes down.
A warming brew at the waining of the day,
A simple pleasure in every kind of way.
A window to watch the folks go by.
Numerous faces, a twinkle in their eyes
As the day fades into dark.
And the lights glow brightly
As the beer warms my heart.
And a smile plays across my cheeks,
Along with gentle alcoholic tingling.
As the glow of friends, family, and fire warm my heart.
And the sun goes down,
14/01/2014
I had forgotten the pleasures of an afternoon pint while I watch the world wander by.
A delicious pint of Brewers Gold by @wallsbrewery, Northallerton in The Habit, a proper cosy, welcoming place to sit and drink and chat for hours. (I started off with a very tasty pot of tea!)
Well I was working. Sort of.
I recalled a bit of advice which said, even if you don't know what to write, just write. It is all a matter of practise, so I did. Not sure where my long story is going now as I have managed to complicate it more than before but at least I am putting pen to paper, and that is better than nothing at all.
One day I want to write a novel in a month in November or NaNoWriMo as it is better known. it won't be great, or even that good but good practise to write so many words in so little time. it will stop me musing about things and get them down before I forget them, as I frequently do.
And it will be 40 days of poems soon, during the period of lent I try to write a poem a day. I haven't managed it yet and some of the poems are quite questionable, (a lot of my poetry is somewhat questionable but its mine and it will do!) but maybe this year, with the added eye of putting them on this blog I might just manage it.
Well thank you for reading.
PS I am still stiff but not yet aching!
xx
