Under The Whiskey Moon

Visible Thoughts, Dave James Horn, David James Horn, David Horn, Poet, Poetry, Folkestone, Kent, Dave Horn

The sun retreated from the streets
As the shadows creeped
A curious moon did climb
It’s swagger joyfully offbeat
As a warm inciting breath whirled
From it’s feet
This, the night of the whiskey moon

Under that whisky moon
How they danced!
The sounds of accordian and voice
In full bloom
Limbs joined
And possessed by
That inviting tune

Twirls and steps
A moment
Hard to forget
Between players
And onlookers beset
The above, what a wonderful meeting
Of circumstances to have met

David James Horn ©

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