single malt – Whiskey Haikus

Laphroaig Select Malt

Deciphering runes.
A lost civilisation.
Ashy hints remain.

Viking marketing
marauding and pillaging
Orcadian pride.

Forgotten spirit

of communism. Alas,

whisky’s jumped the shark.

Full frontal attack –

Assault from every angle.

There’s fire in the hole!

Five centuries late,

the Dutch make sense of malt wine.

Genever? Whisky!

On the patio,

Ginger makes her cameo,

sudden rancio.

Climb every mountain!

How high will you go with me,

my heather honey?

Windswept lonely strand,

peppered with rocks and seaweed.

I ramble the shore.

The city gives way

to a dear green place. Cherries

distance the traffic.

How to survive the

white nights in a pine forest?

Raspberry custard.