A jar of moonshine by my still
the sheriff does not know the thrill
of being drunk by woods in night.
it lends to misery its light
This is a night for me to die
to meet my maker in the rye:
me distilled…
A quadrille for Grace at dVerse.
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April 25, 2017
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Björn Rudbergs writings 
So much fun! So glad you are feeling (and seeing) well enough to write!
Welcome back! Nice use of “still”. I liked the ending about being “distilled”.
very wry indeed! thank you for the laugh lines
I love your ‘jar of moonshine’ and a few of us have been inspired by distillery metaphors on this trail – wishing you well across the miles :o)
Ha! Pathetic but funny…
Sounds like you got hammered dude. This is hilarious, hic
That was a fun poem. Glad to see you’re back.
So Good to see you! Love this fun use of still!
A taste of intoxicating humor. ❤
I used to live in Trondheim –possibly the capital of moonshine in Norway. I have never tried it, though;but heard countless fun stories. Your poem reminded me of them.
I like this! A bit of humor is good for the soul! 🙂
A jar of moonshine, I like the intro, up the distilled ending ~
Good to see you back Bjorn ~
Clever turns of phrase – still smiling:)
Clever! Clever!
fun
I love the image of ‘jar of moonshine’…❤️ good to have you back, Bjorn 🙂
Ha. Triple X moonshine. That’s hilarious. 🙂
“the sheriff does not know the thrill” … This is my favorite line. Because of all those X’s, I’m making Brian the sheriff. And in the last hanging line, I see “dissed, illed” … or “I/eye led.” Or “med is tilled,” “me d is tilled.” I put De in every poem that I possibly can. 😛
Some very clever wordplay in this. Welcome back Björn!
oooooh! what a wordplay!