DRUNK AS A SKUNK

Beach party

We all toasted to each other and got wasted

it was quite a scene at a remote beach

the sky was nearly black with a quarter moon and a few flickering stars

we laughed and cried about our momentary emotions

and hugged tight each other's shoulders

in camaraderie

In a while, we all decided to make a bonfire

retrieved some old driftwood, piled it perfectly

one of us took a match and lit it as we all

took a sip of our brew

in an instant, a great fireball of flames took to the sky

red, orange, yellow, a kaleidoscope of color

mesmerized us for minutes

each of us contemplating in our own deep souls

the present and the past

then laughed until we collapsed on the beach

drunk as skunks

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Oh Betty, this I poem is so relatable and takes me back many, many years to my much younger days. You have created a wonderful ambience here and your imagery brought people in my past, so much closer. Such fun and carefree times. Such hangovers the following day too. I love where you took me. All good wishes dear poet.

[Weeping willow]

Wow! sounds like ya had fun, hope you got the bonfire out ;-]

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This made me think of the Bonfires we had in Boy Scouts, without the drink...but we sure felt high.

Scary stories, the marshmallows...and the idea of drunk as skunks always made me chuckle...I sure never saw a drunk one...but I saw plenty of dead skunks in the middle of the road as Loundin Wainwright III sang in his song.
Fun kaleidoscope of scents here.
j.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this is your memory, completely yours. so why did it speak to me so? i guess it reminded me of times i spent with my friends, unforgettable nights, full of laughter. there weren't any bonfires... i don't think so... but certainly got drunk as heck. reading this helped me feel a little less lonely today, beautiful work.

[Betty Hermelee]

PROMPT for RavinIInk: BONFIRE