When the Dogs Bite: Winston, Dreaming (tanka)

Monday, 2 March 2009

Alone, Winston sits
in café, overlooks the park
and dreams of sun.
No absinthe to bend the mind
but poetry is composed

A Woman Of No Importance said...: LD - I have an award for you today, please call and collect it, if you would like it? Take care x; 2 March 2009 at 14:06
spacedlaw said...: I am tempted to add a mental "nevertheless" in souvenir of the absinthe drinking poets.; 2 March 2009 at 14:31
Rachel Green said...: Thank you both!

Nat - Absinthe is the only alcohol I drink these days.; 2 March 2009 at 17:34
spacedlaw said...: It's not so deadly nowadays. Well... As long as it is ocnsumend in reasonable quantities.; 2 March 2009 at 18:41
BT said...: He looks so smart in his yellow suit.; 3 March 2009 at 23:55
Rachel Green said...: He is a bit of a ladies' man!; 4 March 2009 at 08:52