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