Whisky in the Jar (Quadrille)

dVerse~ Poets Pub Challenge: Quadrille#14

If darkness hit me first,
I’d creep in silently

knocking dust off shelves
with fast breathing. If the

smell hit me next I’d look
for a black hole, moonless;

whiskey from the broken jar
danced with urine on the floor –

before he hit me.

Challenge: Write a poem on your blog in exactly 44 words (excluding title) where at least one of the words has to be jar, remember to link back to dVerse. Visit and get inspired by the other poets, have fun and remember to come back throughout the week to check out if there are any new entries. We will select one of the poems to be included in our upcoming anthology, and if you are selected we will contact you to get your acceptance.