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Posted in Poetry with tags on September 20, 2011 by belfastdavid

Alternating we called it –
Saturday afternoons,
between Dennis’s bar
and the bookies next door.

He used leave us there,
take his wife shopping
while we minded the bar.

Later to the chip shop
for a fish supper,
wrapped, as was the practice then,
in old newspaper.

It was the first pub
I was ever barred from,
but later, I had
my twenty-first birthday there:
Dennis provided
the cake and the champagne.

Gone now;
Dennis an early victim
of the troubles –
an offer,
a refusal,
a bomb-threat,
a lower offer,
an acceptance.

No longer even a pub
when I drive past
each time I’m home,
makes me sad,
Although the chip shop
is still there.