Whiskey and Pears

April 5, 2022

The pear rocks gently
On a finger of intoxicating spirit
Making a whisper of a sound
A whimper barely heard
Over the moaning of the unsteady table
Urgent and profound.

The pear moves faster now
Swirling in the whisky glass
The liquid rhythm growing louder
The cocktail insistently stirred
On the surface of the groaning table
Before it collapses altogether.