A Wintry Night

A wintry night Beam of scorching sunlight Eventually stifling inside through the curtain's strands Loafing over the escritoire and olden snaps (some years ago i spend the time snapping him) Indulging in traditional afternoon tea Some dainty sandwiches, scones Served with clotted cream and preserved memories Bleak breeze snuggled down the tresses, nape and a keen nip in the spine (his reminiscences of his early days haunts me) 'O girl! You are so much drunk'. (He yelled...) Was she so much drunk with him or the whiskey? A wintry night in January Diurnal seven o'clock hold Irish music evenings What more burly in the air? The Irish latte Or His aftershave (her sniff grappled with whiff) She emptied the whole bottle of whiskey And both bonked upstairs He mumbled something she didn't catch He made a grab before she had a fall Laid back and enfolded her With his arms and the denim jacket (nodded their noses) Ahh! She spewed the festered whiskey The sided where he laid 'O girl! You are so much drunk'. (a voice echoed) Was she so much drunk with him or the whiskey? (a thought relived)