Blackberry Wine
Chilled fogging
gulps leap from the spout
to my hazy crystal glass
that now has my fingertips
only temporarily
engraved.
A rich
transparent mauve dancing
around the rim
as each drop
droops down my tongue
dragging
your bitterness
and that sweet blackberry
dream
along with it.
4 thoughts on "Blackberry Wine"
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I love the image of the blackberry juice etching and staining. And then its sweetness a balm.
I can see the finger prints. Great sensory details. Love the alliteration. And then I hit the “turn.” BOOM. Well done!
Nothing like blackberry wine! Lovely poem!
There’s something striking, almost chilling, about the temporary fingerprints…