Out of Water

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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 lives in NW London. Her poems are an eclectic mix of social commentary, the natural world, the human condition, humour, and her deep faith in God, and they appear in several anthologies. She recently published her own poetry booklet, Eternal Ephemera. Susan is a Poet in Residence to the gardeners of Roundwood Park. She reads her work for events at the City Literature Institute, and has begun writing flash fiction and short stories. She’s a familiar figure in her local cafes and restaurants, where she sits with a coffee and writes, gaining inspiration from the world around her.
Susan has participated in several recorded readings with others. Find them on You-Tube as an Anthology and Late Line productions.
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Another lovely poem from Susan Carberry xx
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