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

 

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ifyouplease

you all posted really good stuff, it’s amazing this work is certainly publishable verbless poetry, thank you all!

RLW

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.

savvi

Aye good crystal makes all the difference. The silver ware I can take or leave, Enjoyed this.

Whale

Good job, Luigi. Very nice. Enjoyable read.

shywolf

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.