the drunk jester

the drunk jester

 

 

 

bootlegger poet

illegal stills

of writes hidden in trees of metaphor

take a swig,

if you're up to it

 

you'll wake up the next day

and not remember a thing.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/19/23

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

I love this. Poetry should intoxicate us. We need more bootleggers. this world is lacking in the requisite amount of poetry to make us forget our sorrows. And who doesn't need a little oblivion now and then? From someone who comes from a long line of bootleggers, drunkards, and ne'er do wells, this really hits home!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Zoe,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

A bootlegger still remembers when he was Sober and becomes Nobler... perhaps... gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

is nobility in the mind or real? I wonder.
j.

[Glenda]

Popped over to do a review!
This brief poesy tells a big story!
I know the feeling!...Well, not now...but in the day!
Great to read! Thanks J

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I don't think I remember a thing...
Thank you, Glenda,
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Clever musing, academically discovered, re-arranged - then, set before eyes that want to see, if they can. But, it's not what you see, eat or drink that re.arranges the view, it's the aftermath - whatever. Perhaps?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your review, em, and raising another one from the dead.
j.

[light and ashes]

amazing. I wonder if this is one I've read before.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You might have, it's an oldie.

Thanks for reading it again.
j.

[light and ashes]

Of course..
anytime.

[Coyote Poetry]

I wonder how Hemingway wrote. In the book "A moveable feast". Noon whiskey was the norm. I was told he wrote he wrote standing up by his daughter. When I drink. My my altered ego begin to write. Thank you Jacob for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

my alter ego does all my writing...I am not responsible for any of it...I'm afraid....
thanks, Coyote,
j.

[John the Baptist]

On this site, I usually find the preferred hiding places are jungles of alliteration.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

And those are quite good jungles to get lost in, I am sure.
j.

[FGFRANKLIN]

I come from a family of bootleggers. My cousins made moonshine in Wilkes County, NC and in Rutherford County. I have seen actual photos of their stills and way of life in the mountains. One photo has a relative swigging from a jug as a little girl in a bonnet stands by his fire holding a rag doll. But I understand this as metaphor. Sipping the potent elixir of distilled verbiage might give one a pleasant buzz that is not too easily forgotten. The content may be lost but never the experience. I enjoyed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Never the experience....I like that.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Nothing like being intoxicated on poetry, only downside is you might not remember them…..for a while….i love the line….” Of writes hidden in trees of metaphor “ very clever J.
Warmly, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Betty....means a lot...I have been feeling pretty unpoetic the past several days.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome j.
Happy holidays
B.

[Desert Knave]

Excellent. I have tried letting my brew "age", but it doesn't seem to do much for it ... yours though seems to be getting only better. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you so much, Jim,
j.