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On a cold and frosty morning
by savvi
Originally published on January 22, 2016 in Poetry        


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Behave yourself tonight,
and please don’t embarrass us,
she warned.
But five drinks in
I’m tumbling backwards
setting the clock for 17
again.

A non-smoker cadging cigs,
swallowing shot glasses
then another pint,
swapping party anthems
for Springsteen and Motorhead,
I air guitar my way to the
wrong side of another day.

Her gun metal frown
was one step in front
ready to take the head-shot.
My reflection in the bathroom
leaned towards me
and smiled,
hollow-eyed.

I staggered down stairs
two bumped steps at a time.
Hello love, having a gud time?

Get in the car we’re going home.

Two miles in
I’m 52 again
snoring in the passenger seat
with a deep frost
approaching from the east.

© savvi (Savvi on OLD UKA)

UKArchive ID: 36112
Archived comments for On a cold and frosty morning


stormwolf on 22-01-2016
On a cold and frosty morning
This was hilarious. I think we have all been there. Well, we are only middle-aged once and life is far too short to behave in my book! Very well written.

Alison x

A nom I reckon.

Author’s Reply:
Hi Alison sorry I missed your comment and wow, your very kind nom, very much appreciated. Keith


Gothicman on 22-01-2016
On a cold and frosty morning
Yes, this one's got your “high standard” mark on it, Keith, a real slice of life when the need for reality dampeners set in, and much enjoyed.

Best, Trevor

Author’s Reply:
Ha yes I agree, thanks Trevor sorry I missed your comment. Best Keth