Out of Water
It looked so inviting from where I was standing.
Nestling between thatched cottages,
backdrop of hummocks, green with new growth,
summits shrouded in miasma of approaching rain.
I stepped into the bar where old men sat grumbling,
young barman pulled pints from a pump.
I asked for a pint.
“Out of water,” his terse reply
Out of water!
Such nonsense, I thought.
Scanning my surroundings once more,
agreed he was right.
I was a fish out of water!
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Susan Carberry
Susan was born and lives in NW London. For thirty years her inspiration is an eclectic mix of social commentary, the natural world, the human condition, humour and a deep faith in God. She spends her time between Roundwood Lodge and Rubio Café, having breakfast at Roundwood, and in the afternoon arriving at Rubio for a latte and a ‘to die for’ slice of carrot cake. She is a familiar figure in her neighbourhood, speeding along in her mobility scooter. When asked how she is, her response is always: I’m still alive. Yes, Susan’s still alive!
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Another lovely poem from Susan Carberry xx
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