Thursday, 19 October 2017

(7) The Public House Ghosts





The Bulls Head at 1 Market Place Margate founded before 1732.




Old Town pubs full of character
Where many an hour was spent
Many now transformed into galleries
Which Art lovers now frequent.

Behind the old Georgian and Victorian facades
Life unfolded therein
With pints of ale and merry banter
Tales of love and sin

These walls have heard a thousand stories
Some of them may well be true
While others come with their thirst
Just to sup their favoured brew.

Generations of long forgotten men
Men with hopes and fears
Their voices still echo around these walls
Even after all these years.

Men will always wonder
About who entered by these doors
In their quest to sup the ale
And who walked upon these floors.

On dark and cold winter nights
Many a tale’s been told
Of voices heard around the fire
Spoken by men of old

I’ve seen men visibly shake
Whose faces grow deathly pale
When confronted by ghosts of the past
Who sit here drinking ale.

Copyright © IanmAllan 2017

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