On Winter Nights (Poetry challenge)
A verbless poem (as per Nic’schallenge).
On winter nights,
after a week of hard work,
bright and cosy
in our warm room,
in a comfortable chair
by a roaring log fire.
Temptation:
a Havana cigar
or a cigarette.
No, better not
(good health
a consideration).
But a bottle of malt
on a silver salver
and a crystal glass,
– full of golden nectar –
in one’s hand,
most definitely yes.
Pure heaven!
© Luigi Pagano 2017
you all posted really good stuff, it’s amazing this work is certainly publishable verbless poetry, thank you all!
Thanks to you, ifyouplease, for setting the challenge.
Yes, you have conjured up a much more comforting and pleasurable winter than me! I like the idea of the bright room. And whiskey, of course.
Glad you like this version, RLW, thank you for letting me know. Obviously different interpretations are to be expected as not everybody is keen on winter.
Aye good crystal makes all the difference. The silver ware I can take or leave, Enjoyed this.
I feel sorry for those underprivileged people who don’t have a silver salver, Keith, but I agreed that its absence does not preclude one from enjoying a glass of single-malt whisky. Hic! 🙂
Good job, Luigi. Very nice. Enjoyable read.
Glad you liked it, Whale. Thanks.
Pure heaven indeed, Luigi, as you paint a temptation even, dare I say, God cannot resist. With a fine Havana stogie and a single malt, who needs verbs. Well done, my friend.
You are obviously a man of good taste who appreciates the finer things in life, Glen.
Cheers, Luigi.