In a bar’s outdoor beer garden,
patrons mingle, talk politics,
and eat sausage
while downing beer
beneath an old oak’s shade.
Among them stands
a sultry young woman,
accustomed to turning heads
wherever she goes.
Beside her mother,
she surveys the crowd,
catching the familiar glances
of men who notice her.
Then, lingers on the gaze
of wealthy Mr. Bennett,
a married man
blissfully unaware
other male patrons
know their way
to her bedroom door too.
Her mother’s reputation,
some whisper,
arrived years earlier.
The daughter smiles.
The mother smiles.
And an old saying
hangs on the branches
of an oak tree.
Haha this is a good one and I like how you end it with the old saying.
I’m glad you liked it, Fia. Thanks. 🙂
dearest Tim I hate women like that money grubbers trading their looks for cash prostitutes great write ❤️
Thanks very much for the comment, Crimsin.
Powerfully penned, Tim. Another excellent write that speaks some truth my friend. Some marriages are more like business arrangements these days. Cold and transactional it would seem. Just my two cents brother. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks so much for your thoughts, Damian. Always a pleasure to see you on my page.
Tim you paint the scene and the sultry women with masterful brush strokes of description. This took me right into the scene so that I could see everything and the storytelling here is excellent. A really great poem that puts me right there and the slice of life here is tantalizing. Our former local coroner married a young lady who had a tryst with the pool boy and the coroner left his wife. As a woman told me he should have known at his age why she married him in the first place for his money. Loved this so much.
John