The Pub

Huge doors

Swing open

Welcoming all

Who pleasure

Pleased to see

The ones who read

Coffee fills the room

High ceiling

Above us all

Lights coming in and gentle applause set the scene

One by one

We step upon the small

Small stage recite

Whatever we feel is needed

Windows let the light

Drinks are everywhere

Amongst the tables

Spread around

Journals cover tables

And pens rapidly move

Everyone listening

And sharing ideas

Huge sign on the wall

No bad poems

No wrong style

And remember the drinks are

On us