A Beer

I think I would like a beer.

Keep in mind, please,
I am not referring to an
Americanized ‘lite’ pilsner,
more akin to spring water
on the palate

No, I prefer something which
pours slow and is the color
of African skin, or deep
Cherokee bronze.

The heady aroma of hops
should open in the nose,
the liquid almost thick
in the mouth, substantial.

This is not a refreshing brew
for a hot summer day.
It is a quiet porch bathed
in autumn leaf filtered light,
sweaters and dogs at your
feet, a fire in the pit.

Later there will be brandy,
or Gran Marnier, perhaps
a cigar. But, for now,

I want a beer.

Dark Beer (Olvi Tumma)

Margo asked us for a ‘wants’ poem. I kind of got stuck…

 

Shared at the dVerse Poets Pub

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30 Comments

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30 responses to “A Beer

  1. I could use a beer right about now, too. Awesome poem. 🙂

  2. Please excuse me while I drool …. 😛

  3. Damn you! Now, I’ll have to go open a beer. I am eagerly awaiting Fall and the reappearance of Sierra Nevada’s Celebration, which they only produce seasonally. Damn them. See what beer does to me. I swear.
    The poem does the beer thing well. I am salivating which is perhaps the best form of response.

  4. Have you an extra chair and beer? be happy to join you! LOL

  5. I don’t even like dark beer and you have me aching for one!

  6. We have a saying in our family: “No beer, we die!” 🙂

  7. Oh, Mark!! Heavenly…just the flavor my palate craves. Well written, indeed my beer loving friend. 🙂

  8. Fantastic write! Now, I want a beer, too!

  9. smiles…just coming from bavaria…that’s the place to go for a beer..smiles

  10. Sometimes, you don’t need luxury, and the simplest things will do just fine.

  11. Ia m reaching for a Blue Moon right about now! Love the poem.

  12. unevenstevencu

    You expressed it perfectly and now I’m a bit thirsty myself

  13. “It is a quiet porch bathed in leaf filtered light.” It sounds heavenly to me. I’m on my way!

  14. You have me craving a REAL beer, Mark, and I am not even a beer drinker. LOL.. What a delicious poem you crafted.

  15. My husband would agree with you about good quality beer. Hope you enjoyed yours as much as I enjoyed reading this poem.

  16. I was in Germany this summer and while I am normally a wine drinker, the beer there was so good that I imbibed quite a bit–your piece brought back some of those moments–thank you!!!!

  17. I can’t stand beer and you made me tempted with your visceral treat.

  18. A wee bit of Guinness, perhaps?!! Almost embarrassed after reading this to say I’m not much of a beer drinker myself, but your poem makes it oh, so tempting!! Well penned!!

  19. it is a quiet porch bathed in autumn leaf…i hear you on that…i love mine dark with a good head on it…something german maybe…or a guinness

  20. Sounds like you need a Guinness to me – followed by some Courvoisier! I’d skip straight to the Courvoisier, s’il vouz plait! Great poem.

  21. I had to send a link to this to my son. He could have written it, except that ‘Grand Marnier’ would read scotch (single malt, of course). Love it!

  22. I love good beer 🙂 Had some good beer up in Boston this weekend. 🙂

  23. Yes, Mark! I love the African skin metaphor. I can imagine you know why. Great writing man. Clearly you know the topic (your beer). Even I learned something.

  24. Definitely not to be downed in one… relish is chestnut brown and sits in a pint pot. Wonderful.

  25. Solid poem – I’m with you on this one.

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