british pub

the black,
painted thickly of
shinest of gloss on great beams of wood for ceiling,
set by margins of planks of painted gold,
like gold leaf,
flaky and soft
to meet,
to frame,
at each edge,
of each beam,
the contrast of gold
and what is noble of the color black,
like the edge of space
as it boldly meets with the sharpest,
the finest rim of golden light,
enraptures me to whimsical jaunts of fancy
that drift me far away to the exotic,
while yet,
i sit,
and smile,
and speak,
and look into her green eyes
and wonder at the color gold
merging with the beauty of black,
contrast like no other
on the ceiling

i ponder its solidness and heaviness
it is of finest density
impenetrable,
supremely cozy
and nurturing,
rustic,
yet clean and solid,
in all its charming strength,
an enclave nestled in the dark,
magical,
everlasting,
like a fantasy

keeps me safe in this moment
no threat in this,
no demands,
no expectations

to revel in this moment,
an everlasting moment
no effort required
on a dinner linen,
but to enjoy,
thick and clean as whitest snow

we sit,
our faces softly lit,
by the yellow lights
hidden below,
from the street above
a nook of mingled earthy scents
with salted air and seaweed,
residue from wafting air that hangs outside,
not far from the roaring waves

gleaming bottles of varied liquors,
of varied colored bottles
sit in ranks above the bar,
like that of colored glassware with its coin toss
at a night-lit carnival of delights

escape
into the scent of tobacco drifting silently
and soft to the ceiling
and into your tranquil lungs

breathing it all in,
mix it with muffled sounds of quiet laughter
and warmth,
exuded to smiles harboured
in each quarter of this haven
sheltered by the black and the gold
and share it,
carry it from bar to room,
to room,
to each quarter and back,
without disturbance

this secret place near the sea
the smells of cod and fries
the best of best of stews,
and squid
and yeasted breads and butter
and pudding

a most delectable evening drink
i feel and hear the galley creak
the whisky goblet speaks
of yet another spirit sip

Reviews

[Gee]

These becoming less and less. Many a pub gone out of business over the last few years.
Last time I visited a pub like this was in Cornwall 2 years ago whilst attending a friend's wedding.
Loved your descriptions

[RuseInex]

Thank you kind friend, and the irony of it all is that I was in, and have been in this Pub for quite a few years, it's on the coast of Monterey California it's called Crown & Anchor,, you are right there getting rare it's my favorite kind of pub, thank you for the comment!