At The Bottom Of The Bottle

He turned vodka shots into binoculars,

drawing chardonnay mountains from bottles

and rum seas across napkins

with whisky paths half hidden

behind liquor boats

bobbing along like corks

while their captains sang shanties

and their crews threw out sails,

white, crisp and smelling of salt

lime

and tequila.

lilypup says
- January 26, 2015
Carol, Poetry is not my genre, but I liked this. I could see the table and bottles and napkins. Great job! Will be back. http://lilypupslife.wordpress.com/

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Belladonna Took says
- January 26, 2015
The imagery is vivid and the concept is interesting … but my sense is that it’s not finished. I liked it, but then it stopped, which left me thinking, “So what?” What are you trying to accomplish here? Just a quick pen sketch – or something deeper?

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