The Revolution Is Postponed. by Lynn White

The revolution is postponed

until the towels are on,

so they once said.

Until

last orders had been called

and the beer pumps

covered

with towels

to make it clear

that they would be pulled no more

that night,

ten minutes drinking up time

then it was,

“do your talking

while you’re walking”,

we’ve had your money, now piss off,

and a beery smokey exit.

Unless

there was a lock-in

in which case the revolution

would be postponed again.

Now they’re open all hours.

There’s no last orders,

no need of towels

to cover the pumps.

No ten minutes

allowed to drink up.

They’re open all hours

and the revolution is postponed.

Again.

First published in Literary Yard, May 2018

           

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. Her poem 'A Rose For Gaza' was shortlisted for the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition. This and many other poems, have been widely published in anthologies and journals such as  Vagabond Press, Apogee, Firewords, Indie Soleil, Light Journal and Snapdragon.

Find Lynn at https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lynn-White-Poetry/1603675983213077?fref=ts andhttps://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com