These memories taste cold,
sickly sweet and thick;
opaque like red wine,
muted and sharp –
daggers in the drink,
in smiles, in falsely promised
next times – stained purple teeth,
the deep rivulets in your lips,
a grimace
as you sup and sip
on this feast of ruined nostalgia –
memories laid out to eat,
memories which wouldn’t keep.
In response to August 9th: red wine, #rainasmprompts
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
Available internationally
An interesting juxtaposition of the wine and ruined nostalgia. Unsettling, evocative imagery. Sometimes we seek solace in drink but it can intensify the negative rather sooth.
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Thank you for comment, I appreciate it 🙂
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“as you sup and sip
on this feast of ruined nostalgia –” Beautiful lines to describe the staleness of old memories which comes back to haunt us.
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Thank you ♥️♥️♥️
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My pleasure Kristi
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Gorgeous, Kristiana. ❤
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Thank you!
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