WiP - Another 366 Days of Poetry: Red Wine Recalls
I like to try and poetry from the perspective of someone else, someone looking at something a different way...or trying to write away a memory they'd rather not have. While I initially had a fantasy setting in mind for this piece, it could be set anywhere, from a space station to a 1980s pub. It's the character dealing with the memory and its trigger that is central, here.
Red Wine Recalls
Red wine in the glass
Glistens like blood upon the ground
Brings to mind the carnage
That I not too long ago have found
My fingers tremble
And, handshaking, I set the wine glass down
My stomach rolls uncomfortably
And I turn my gaze to the floor above
The memories, they linger
My find, my loss…my love
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