The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
Photo by Shane Huey. Taken while writing in the personal writing studio of Ernest Hemingway. Key West, FL, September 2021. Tell your tale again old man
While we sit here by the sea Tell of hot sun and dreams lost to sharks And places you longed to be Speak of the crowds thrilled by the bulls And the blood that darkened the ground Speak of the bars and drinks shared with friends While the maidens gathered around Speak of the lions that roared out their challenge And hot winds that blew so free Tell of the scars crossing your cheeks And confess how the scars came to be In the afternoon we may speak of death And of the bell which always tolls We may speak of these things into the night While the sea continues to roll Care not what others may offer to say They have lived a coward’s dream They know not what we speak of They find you too extreme George M. Stamps is freelance writer living in Kentucky. He is a lover of all things Hemingway. Comments are closed.
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