This haiku is a little different than what I have shared in the past. It focuses on the sobriety of a troubled character in my upcoming novel. Jacob Riley carries a moniker that no one would be proud of that being the town drunk. He knows people laugh at him and talk about him so much to the point they’ve made a jingle about his sobriety. At the turn of the twentieth century, his hometown began to flourish because of mining, bringing on a population boom. Along with the boom came new businesses. The most important to him was the bar.
This haiku came to mind this morning, encapsulating his situation.
His bar stool starts to grow roots
Life swirls in his glass
Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!