Appalachian Alchemists Weaving Gold from farmer's grist Whiskey Stills and Copper Pills Magick Wyrm cools vapor mists
Shine down from a Whiskey Moon Silver Gift and Nature's Boon Corn Cob Wands and Thumper Pots Mountain Spells from Summers' June
Lightning flash in jar of White Burning Soul, distilled delight Mountain Streams yield Moonshine Beams Corn-fed Wizards, dark of night
Wisdom cast in Silver hues Blessing born of Mountain Dews Love's Desire from Smoke and Fire Ancient kin-folk's hidden brews
Inspiration Distillate Poet's Draught, inebriate Charcoal Casks and Secret Flasks Of this Spirit, Celebrate
The first stanza popped into my head as I was trying to fall asleep last night, and it's been on my mind ever since for some reason, despite my best efforts to forget it. The rest of the poem built from there. I'm actually sober right now, but I guess I miss whiskey more than I realized.