
gathered souls
needed break
drowning sorrow
celebrate
sweet or sour
dark or light
stored in barrels
corked in tight
“here’s to friends”
play the game
“what’s your pleasure?”
ease the pain
centuries old
studied, skilled
flavored oak wood
brewed, distilled
blushing bride
champagne punch
job promotion
rounds at lunch
barley, hops
ripened vine
sour corn mash
aged with time
drink of Kings
and of thieves
those elated
those who grieve
on the rocks
take it neat
chilled over ice
dry or sweet
tap the keg
toasted years
light the pudding
best man cheers
sake, ale
stout, ouzo
tequila lime
red merlot
cocktail hours
after work
speakeasy hides
shadows lurk
ban the bar
build the still
prohibition
law repeal
broken homes
gripping vise
Holy, Sacred
Drink of Life
history scrolls
cup in hand
timeless spirits
born of land
Linda Johnson writes and rhymes in the woods of North Carolina. Her poetry has won numerous awards, including the North Carolina Poetry Society, appearing in their anthology, Pinesong. Her work has also been featured on The Literary Whip by Zoetic Press. Follow her on Twitter @emaillindaj.