Lead us not into temptation....

[barrie]

Kneeling on cold flagstones
in wait for watery wine
hadn’t the same appeal
as a few beers in a warm pub.

Firing off darts
instead of The Lord’s Prayer
had more of an aim to it.
The domino corner would clack and curse
like a bevy of arguing nuns
rattling their rosaries.

But there was always
the Devil to pay
at the bar.

[kozmikdave]

Should be called "Give the devil his due"

The one thing I noticwd in the UK was the coldness of not only cathedrals, but local churches as well. What was the Reformation about then, if it only produced more cold flagstones?

This reminds me of another poem you wrote recently about a pub. Similar feel - all good.

Cheers
Dave

[Robert]

Three times read, three times liked. The first stanza is imagery at its best. It got me hooked instantly. The dominoes and rosaries made me laugh because it is so true. The devil to pay - a clever resolution. Maybe a few more lines at the end - but I don't know, I enjoy it as it is. Kind of Paul Durcan in miniature.

I do so like poems that don't make me reach for the o.e.d.

[barrie]

Cheers Dave - I think the flagstones are part of the acoustic delights. Carpeted churches need microphones in the pulpits - It always used to be God unplugged.

Thanks Robert - I've never read Paul Durcan, that's something else to rectify. So many books to read and so little time.

cheers both

Barrie

[twoleftfeet]

Barrie,

I really enjoyed this, especially
had more of an aim to it.

and the use of bevy

I think you might usefully equate The Trinity and a 180 score
- you can always blame me

Nice one
Geoff

[Robert]

Barrie. You'll enjoy Durcan. No nonsense story telling peoms at their best.

Extract from Cain and Abel

"My name is Cain MacCarthy.
I am a Senior Counsel, forty-nine years old.
A Bencher of the King's Inns.
No humbler fellow could you meet outside a courtroom.
Inside a courtroom I am pedigree ape.

When I get a witness in the witness box
I imbibe the witness's entrails
Only to spit them out again,
Draping them - entrail by entrail
On the rails of the witness box."

[barrie]

Cheers Geoff

I think you might usefully equate The Trinity and a 180 score

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You forgot the 3 in 1 oil to fix the squeak on the taproom door.

Thanks for the sampler Robert.

Barrie