Michelle Mac Donald Poet Couplet

The Pub Ii

Inside pub steins stout magic spoke
‘neath genie wisps of bangle smoke
Brown cone cigars, deep chubby pipes
Aromatic spills to breach the night.
Music calls to muted songs 
Rough knuckles echo Bodhrán drums.
Flute, melodeon, bouzouki*, mandolin
Penny whistles, uilleann pipes, one feisty violin.
Pied piper rhythms, pied piper beats
Bold Celtic persuasions to move proud legs and feet. 

To Daver and friendship, thank you!

* Bouzouki...A stringed instrument that could stand up to the volume and intensity of fiddles, flutes, accordions, and pipes.
*uilleann pipes...Irish bagpipes...melodeon. an Irish accordian

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John Fleming September 19, 2016 at 12:22 AM As soon as I saw the word "Pub" I assumed you had to be from the UK or Ireland. Either way it is still a cracking little poem! My best regards, Michelle. :) john Michelle Mac Donald September 30, 2016 at 9:48 AM From Canada, but have enjoyed several Irish pubs. Beneath the pungently/spicy smoke odour, had been a clean smell reminding me of Murphy's soap. Good food, kind people, and music that will follow you home. My best wishes to you, John. Mikki :)

Andrea Dietrich June 24, 2016 at 9:54 PM Seeing this one again you wrote for our dear friend Daver. Isn't he the cat's meow? Michelle Mac Donald June 25, 2016 at 8:41 AM Ah Andrea, he is so very sweet, good, fun, funny and wise, and we are lucky to have him on the Soup!:) He'd enjoy being called "the cat's meow", more than being given a Sasquatch hug. :)

Daver Austin April 13, 2016 at 1:26 PM Haven't heard from you for a while. HOw are you doing? Well, I hope. Give us an e-mail and a new poem. We have a new cat. It comes through the screen and starts crying. This is an everyday happening. We call it Cry Baby. Hugs - a bushel and a peck. Old Cat Dave

Andrea Dietrich October 13, 2015 at 9:25 PM will you ever be coming back, Michelle? It's been so long!!

Daver Austin August 18, 2015 at 3:20 PM Where are you, Mikki and how are you? Please drop a line to your ardent fan, daver Love, daver

Daver Austin April 8, 2015 at 12:36 PM Alas, the poet tree is not new at all, but my memory is so bad that all fine poetry is new each time I read it. A bushel of hugs. daver

Funom Makama March 26, 2015 at 12:02 PM A lovely poem, thought provoking and insightful... thanks for the lovely share

Patricia Davis March 8, 2015 at 10:56 PM Nice

Daver Austin February 3, 2015 at 9:54 AM After two weeks of being house bound, my car is finally fixed. Now I just hope it starts after last nights awful cold weather. You stay warm and wonderful. Hugs, daver Michelle Mac Donald February 3, 2015 at 9:17 PM "awful cold weather" here too Daver.:( Hope you car starts! My car is doing alright...it's the door lock that freezes. Someone had said pour hot water on it; that worked alright until the water got the icy upper hand. Then I'd had to call CAA. I don't lock the door any longer.:) Love you, Mikki

Daver Austin February 2, 2015 at 10:45 AM Love it. We have suffered our first big snow, actually nothing for you up there in Canada, but over 6 inches for us. The poor porch kitties poke heads out once in a while, but don't want to wade in the snow. Love and hugs. daver

Dave Timperley January 21, 2015 at 8:24 AM Oh yes! you missed me out, I'm the Banjo man [or trying hard to be]. D.

Dave Timperley January 21, 2015 at 8:23 AM How I would love to be in the midst of all this fervour! You could not resist the dance! I love it. God Bless D. It's a 7

Daver Austin January 14, 2015 at 3:47 PM Hi, Mikki Did your pub have pizza? Oops! They probably would have thrown the pizza man out, right? Love, daver

Daver Austin January 11, 2015 at 9:47 AM Love this one. Am I the "feisty" violin? This is a regular ball with all the color and music of a raucous pub. Love ya. daver

Daver Austin December 21, 2014 at 11:40 AM Sure would love to join you in the pub, but will have to settle for a Merry Christmas. Hugs 'n such, daver

Solomon Itsoghole December 17, 2014 at 4:58 PM An Affective character in a pub. Good one!

Daver Austin December 17, 2014 at 11:28 AM Just getting over the flu. I reread the Fiddler's Cat - a masterpiece. Love ya bushels. Dave

Gary Bateman December 16, 2014 at 3:06 PM Hello Michelle, A most wonderful poem indeed. Being Half-Irish by ancestry I'm always interested in any writes like this one. Very Well-Done!! A "7" from me and this one is a FAV!! Cheers and Best Wishes, Gary

David Williams December 16, 2014 at 2:02 PM Hey Mikki it's been a while since I visited but it was worth it, hope you are ok and have a Happy Peaceful Christmas...David

Mazhar Butt December 16, 2014 at 12:03 PM good and forceful descriptive piece,,,liked it!

Daver Austin September 16, 2014 at 1:45 PM Hi, Mikki. I'm a way behind with my e-mail, but I came across this gem once again. Are you there? Listen talented one, Let's get busy with some more poetry stuff. Halloween is just around the corner and you are just the person to celebrate it with a write. Hugs, daver

Jadazzle United May 30, 2014 at 9:29 PM A delight to read , Thanks for sharing .,

Daver Austin April 21, 2014 at 11:52 AM The ad is poking fun at the television ad for Christian Mingle. Love, daver

Funom Makama March 25, 2014 at 4:44 PM OMG! This is as beautiful as reality itself. I wish I could travel into your mind to have a friday chill in this particular pub. Nice creativity here!

Daver Austin March 5, 2014 at 10:41 AM I chose La Traviata -check me if i'm wrong - because it begins so softly, so mysterious. Love, daver

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