(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)


The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span

The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,

And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince

As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.

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I remember those huge barrels of red wine in my Granma and Granpa's wine cellar. I use to hide in there sometimes lol. Thanks for the memory and what a delightful poem Marilyn.....
Nice poem Marilyn: There is nothing worse than a wino's hangover, but alas I quit drinking at least five years ago. Stomach problems, and Gerd or heartburn, can make drinking a miserable bed fellow dont ya know. I used to like red wine. God bless us all-MJG.
This one's groovy....nice and simple...even for a tea totaleer like me...
Loved this Poem, Marilyn... It was Nice to See Another Poet's Perspective on The Drink... It Caught my eye, because I wrote a Poem called: Red Sparkling Wine... I Posted it right after I read this poem... Hope you like it as much as I enjoyed yours...Great Write ... MoonBee
dear Marilyn very nice poem writing about things you enjoy and love is so much more fun great cheers
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