pub

I don't think I'm finished this one, but I like it so far. My husband got on a bagpipes and pan flute kick lately, and I'm loving it. :)

To twang of banjo

and penny whistle squeal,

the belting of an Irish dream.

The drums in rhythm

to the cracking of heals

and clanking of whiskey glasses;

what melody and melancholy

found in this pulsing reel

of Irish sweat and pub smoke.

Author's Note

Critique welcome. I don't think I'm finished, but this is all the emotion I had to write at the time.