Below a trap door behind a scarred bar
steep steps descend in darkness
where the Guv’nor draws the perfect pint
of his brewed-on-site Guiness.
He ascends as a spirit rising
from a yeasty grave, the pint
securely held in his beefy mitt.
I can smell the malty, hoppy bitterness.
There is a slow swirled mouthfeel
of silk and velvet
from the cocoa-dark mahogany
elixir in my glass.
Gregg Norman lives and writes in a lakeside cottage in Manitoba, Canada, with his wife and a small dog who runs the joint. His poetry has been placed in journals and literary magazines in Canada, USA, UK, Australia, Europe, and India. He is a 2024 Best of the Net nominee.
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