Whiskey In The Jar

18 Apr

Only she knew what happened
and how it ended.
It was gone with the evening wind.
Their precious love was pretended.

Now only misery was left.
In her evening delirium,
sitting near the bar,
drinking her smooth whiskey in the jar.

What happened, she asked,
is our paradise lost?
Why am I no longer your diva,
your Goddess, your Eva?

The bar will close in a few,
the window is wer from a morning dew.
She felt her inner voice within,
insatiable power to not give in.

Her lust for some illicit move,
made her order another booze.
Her husky voice called out for barman,
one more, brother!
She slapped the bar with her palm down.

So what now? To hunt him down?
To make him look like a clown?
But how it helps me, she asked.
To forget everything about the past…

The fear from adronitis was too high,
the comfort given from all sides
was not easy to buy.

Let’s turn it around, she thought,
so that later in years she could say,
it mattered that I fought.
For me and my better future.
Cheers to that !


This poem was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/18/wordle-106-april-18th-2016/

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2 Responses to “Whiskey In The Jar”

  1. Laura Bloomsbury April 18, 2016 at 4:07 pm #

    not only a wonderful wordle weave but love the rhymes too

  2. artisticsmash April 18, 2016 at 4:15 pm #

    Thank you Laura for reading and commenting. 👍

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