The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
Great grandma’s clock has ceased to tock, that mantel piece of crude cut wood, a case too large for inner works where even dust just lost its way. That alloy block on ramrod stick founds its weight too much to sway. Great grandad sat there by the peat, sipped Bushmills from up the way, admired his cutting from the moss. She would have him up the stairs but once the whisky had its way, along with glowing from the grate he was balanced on his seat, content, the ticking of her talk wafting, smoky, up the stack; no matter words, straitjacket, Mum, admonition of her tongue. He piled bog slack from crumpled pail, settled back, ignored the pain, tasting time, port barrel stock. Stephen Kingsnorth, retired to Wales, UK, from ministry in the Methodist Church due to Parkinson’s Disease, has had pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies, including The Whisky Blot. Comments are closed.
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