“It was Salvador Dalí who said the red wine of Cadaqués has the bitter taste of tears.”
― Clifford Thurlow, Sex, Surrealism, Dali And Me
Shadows undulate on cloistered walls,
phantoms unveiled in sultry candlelight
as the wax drips down another empty vessel
it leaves a milky puddle where she recalls
a naive soul once shiny bright
now a baked tundra each night
So she sits and drinks alone
for red wine is her only companion
a makeshift partner for when nights are cold
and though the wine with all its warmth leaves her exposed
and memories inhabit this room, now her lonesome home
as she ponders and gnaws on bleached naked bones
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Written for dVerse Poets Pub Poetics and Shay’s Word Garden Word List
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 26 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page