June 2017
Robert Nisbet
robert.nisbet042@gmail.com
I wrote short stories for over 30 years, publishing 100 of them almost entirely in my native Wales, partly because there was little market for short fiction in England, and the USA, in those pre-Internet days, seemed a long way away. Around my 60th birthday and for no conscious reason, I switched to poetry and now send work out to journals throughout Britain and the USA. I have one chapbook, Merlin’s Lane (Prolebooks, 2011).


An Evening the Colour of Rain
 

Drizzle since morning, night near
and The White Lion crowded for its quiz
 
The usual crowd mostly, glad gaggle
of punters, the barman benign
 
Then Greg met Sue again, it was twelve years now
(there was history there, undecidedness)
 
but they skirted the fringes of each other’s tenderness
(memories recurring and looming)
 
There were wonderings and hoverings
possibilities dancing, dancing
 
then bedding with affection’s rain
into the soil of place
 
The evening ended, full, warm
the barman whistling, draping the taps
“An Evening the Colour of Rain” was first published in San Pedro River Review, Fall 2015
​© 2017 Robert Nisbet
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