Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Cuervo Moon

Low and Cuervo
gold, the moon
is full,
but for the sips

that salt
and lime my lips -
a trace of stars.

Orion hums nocturnes and strums
his guitar.
I eat the worm -
an astronaut in a jar.

For Midweek Motif ~ Moon at Poets United

15 comments:

bell(e) jar(s) said...

I really want to go drinking with you.

My mouth is (literally) watering right now.

De said...

Oh, my. My tequila days are long past (red wine or vodka and soda/lime, please), but I want to join you under that moon...savor that lime, and taste my own salt. Stunning.

Susan said...

Drinking with, drinking of the moon--tequilla and raven together--making beautiful music.

Sherry Marr said...

What Susan said. This is sublime. The cuervo gold, the salt and lime, the sips of stars.....sigh.

Yvonne Osborne said...

I love the introduction of Orion into the mix. And that little astronaut in a jar! Always a pleasure.

Truedessa said...

This makes me want to sip a margarita with Jose Cuervo under a golden moon.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Sounds wonderful!

WildChild47 said...

so simply breathless I am - I want to stop and drink - deeply and long, forsaking my breath .... until I am flooded by the moon and stars .....

annell said...

Your words are perfect.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Always the worm at the heart of things...

Fireblossom said...

Astronauts are always a fine subject.

Your demented Tuscaloosa Twine Balls comment had me in stitches. I think I might make a fine doorstop myself.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

that salt
and lime my lips -
a trace of stars.

Wow!!💖

wishfulpennywell said...

Nice use of perspective with the micro to macro effect. killer rhythm...and that stars and salt comparison.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Awesome comparison! You made me thirsty!

Nicholas V said...

What a wonderful atmosphere your poem evokes... I was right there with you, sipping...