The Moth And Ivy (V) Poem by David James

The Moth And Ivy (V)

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Thou would nought find a more fiendish
gal-ere of ne'er do wells than that of
the Moth and Ivy. For nay would a wise-man
set foot in such a tavern of low repute
lest he blend well with murderers,
lurkers and outright shirkers.

Lowly hung wooden beams that cast Shadows
from dimly lit candles cut into riff-raff
and tavern staff. The air foul with stale
ale and weed 'twould make anyone
unwittingly cough, wheeze and sneeze.

Shifty thieves glanced behind hoods
tinkering with stolen goods
telling tales of roguish deeds.
Muscular louts guffawed over bouts
of idiocy and test's of strength.
Brawls broke out hither and thither
and ensued to much delight.

Sat in the darkest corner,
of the moth and ivy;
the filch'er watched on, he pertained
to wait in such a place of dis-taste,
for he took a fancy to the gab'ber,
over yonder fireplace.

An ominous table stood out from the crowd.
Flames crackled and flicked from the fireside
which lit upon hosts akin to haunting ghosts,
whom stoically played at chance with cards
till that fated time when nonchalance gave ground.

To winners jubilation,
and losers frustration.

Monday, December 24, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
An excerpt from 'Lure of the sepulcher' a Fable written in free verse by David James Crapper.
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