Red Wine for Feb 14th

Here is my very own poetry prompt at the Wordsmith Studio site this week: click.

Don’t I love red wine? My father was a master wine-maker and vine-grower… Don’t I crave the memories of our vine-yard, that was home for so many happy days and nights of my childhood?

Warm wine
Warm wine

###

Red wine

to make me dizzy

stumbling over

my moments to share

where

I see the grains of black pepper

and hate them

for being black

for being round

for being spicy

 

(I prefer it ground)

 

Red wine

to make me remember

what I begged to forget

and stumble across

the headache I get.

 

© 2013, soul mary