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The Loggerheads Shrewsbury UK
White scrubbed table top
exalted on rickety legs
sweet-scented-smoke,
rooms and ginger ceilings
pealing anaglypta
thick oak-varnish
behind old church pews.
A sort of comfort
on Saturday night
as pennies clink
on sacred slate,
the game more serious
than Shrewsbury Town.
The Sacristan bids
good night, Mass at seven
we stay on 'til closing time
stagger home down Wyle Cop Hill
across English Bridge leaping
the dark and oily Severn.
exalted on rickety legs
sweet-scented-smoke,
rooms and ginger ceilings
pealing anaglypta
thick oak-varnish
behind old church pews.
A sort of comfort
on Saturday night
as pennies clink
on sacred slate,
the game more serious
than Shrewsbury Town.
The Sacristan bids
good night, Mass at seven
we stay on 'til closing time
stagger home down Wyle Cop Hill
across English Bridge leaping
the dark and oily Severn.
Published 5th Sep 2013
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- Edited 1st May 2021 7:46am
5th Sep 2013 8:34pm
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5th Sep 2013 8:36pm
Thankyou Essie shades on Housman in this poem. The game being played is 'shove-ha'penny.
