Joyous bottles ...

Charlie took me to The Haunch of Venison -

He'd told me about its dimly lit snugs, its low ceilinged parlours -

There were cellars under the mazy streets -

Barrels of dark potent ale - 

A winding stair - 

The day grew chill - 

Mist hid the Cathedral spire - 

I dreamed of a new summer - 

Breathing new air - 

We'd come here then -

Drink from joyous bottles - 

Friday 31 December 2020

Salisbury 

Wiltshire