Red Wine


Red spirits swirling

in long-stemmed crystal

ponies, ride fancied

gentle breezes

like wind-blown autumn leaves          wine-glass1

dancing to the beat

of butterflies’ wings

eagerly fluttering over

long-stemmed nectared posies

until the wooing of

fermented juice subsides

and words so sweetly spoken

fall to earth.




Author: mywrite2016

I am a freelance writer living in the Caribbean country of Trinidad and Tobago. Author of three self-published books- No More Tears, To Kryss with Love and Dust Yourself Off and Try Again. I am the mother of two girls- 21 and 11 years old- a teacher and trained nurse.

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