“Sparkly glass”. Photo by Quinn Dombrowski. License: Creative Commons license.
A glass of red wine
On a cold night,
lies a circular lake
the colour of blood;
Christ’s blood.
Wavering liquid
and dancing lights,
breathing spirit
from red enigma.
It shines and reflects
as I sit to ponder.
On life –
with mourners and celebrators,
travellers and settlers,
blood and water,
with old and new.
The first is last,
with numbers and signs,
in time and space,
with echoes and sirens.
Paths are etched,
erased or opened.
All is well.
Cupped in glass,
crystal or cracked.
A chalice,
a source,
a symbol of hope.
With one sip,
it engulfs and nourishes me
threefold.
A taste once foreign is
now medicine that heals.
Beyond all limits,
it’s mercy and grace.
Beautiful!
It’s pouring rain here at the mo, I actually feel like a glass of red tonight :)
Hi Emma, Thanks for your comment. The weather’s been wet and gloomy here too, although there’s some sunshine today. Yes, we might have a glass of red or white tonight also. Enjoy your weekend!
Lovely poem, Padaek! Love it that a glass of good wine benefits you :)
Julie
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Hi Julie, Thanks for your comment. I’m glad you like the poem. Yes, once in a while, we enjoy a good glass of red or white wine, or both. Have a great weekend!
Wow. Beautiful and dramatic. You are a talent :)
Hi Jem, Thanks for your kind comment and words. I appreciate it. Hope your thesis is going well and you’ve found a good balance that suits. Hope your kumquat plant is doing well also. Best wishes!