Sunday, January 1, 2017

The Cocktail Hour

© 2016 Steve King
All rights reserved

Old Fashions will sometimes suffice
to thaw this frozen writer’s ice.

Wine upholds me, in a pinch,
but rarely moves my pen an inch.

Brandy, Bourbon, Single Malt—
they stir my spirits to a fault.

But one Martini, every time,
amends my meter, rights my rhyme.

A new poem for the Poetry Pantry
Happy New Year, All!