Ode to a Barrel (from PWoF)

[RiverNotch]

Ode to a Barrel


How loud, how loud! Distant cracks
disturb the early drunkard's rest, and crowds
spill out, heads hot with love. How the New Year
foreshadows the folly of children!

the widow thinks, watching
longitudes away. She swats
temptation oozing out of the mug 
beside her -- regrets? It is mercy

that lulled her children to sleep,
not wrath. The age of the purest drink
arrives -- soon, the Master Brewer
shall roast the malt, drown the land,
and how much louder a bomb that should be!

[Black Messenger]

i really enjoyed this, it made me reflect on some memories in my own life, its very grounding and i like the way its written

[RiverNotch]

Thanks, I guess?