A poem from my mis-spent youth!

[Draken]

The Girl in the Pub


If this was Gothic, sword-girt myth,
She’d be a dragon-offered maid,
I an iron-plated hero.
And when the lizard had been slain,
I’d lift my grating, fire-scorched helm,
Cleave Andromedean chains…
And then we’d fall in love.

If this was bloody hostage crisis
I’d push her clear of spitting guns,
Then act as bullet-stopping shield.
And as the SAS mopped up,
With medics pumping morphine in,
Our eyes would meet across the carnage…
And then we’d fall in love.

If this was deadly, star-strewn space,
I’d burn a path through alien hordes
Trying to surround her,
Then both of us would hold the line
Against invading swarms.
And then we’d let our lasers cool,
Stepping over green remains…
And then we’d fall in love.

But this is just a normal pub,
Full of normal people,
She’s with her friends,
I’m with mine,
I doubt I’ll ever meet her.
Life never lives up to my dreams,
But then again,
It’s safer.

[Earniel]

Aww, that's sweet. :)

[Lady Ravyn]

and a little sad...
pretty nuch the story of my love life... lol :p

[sun-star]

That's a really lovely poem :)

Have you posted it before somewhere? I think I remember it.

[Draken]

Hmmm I thought it was the first time I'd posted it (other than in some very obscure Poetry chat rooms a loooong time ago, but now you mention it maybe I did... oh well, time is starting to blur, must be an age thing!

[sun-star]

Well obviously it's memorable, so that's good :)

[galadriel]

No youth spent writing poetry is misspent. :)

[Tessar]

I thought that was a cute poem :). I liked the bits about the ordinary pub and such, very nice touch.

[Nurvingiel]

What a great poem Draken, it was insightful and funny at the same time!

[hectorberlioz]

yeah, great poem writing there, draken:)