There are spunky little angels at the top of a bottle of wine and fearless little devils at the bottom.
—Terri Guillemets
wine
Cheers!
Let’s drink to hope
and hope to drink!
—Terri Guillemets
Pinot noir
Wine, she serenades me
with her first fragrant glass
purring plush purple poetry
Tra la la la la, tra lee!
She dances in vinous metre
in a second fermented flute
trilling tipsy-turvy tunes
Tra la la la la, tra leee!
Sip slosh, now she mumbles
bottle buzzing on pour three
a faint intoxicated harmony
Tra la la la la, tra leeee!
—Terri Guillemets
Tempus insaniam
Please someone tell me—
am I actually demented,
or just well-fermented?
—Terri Guillemets
Inkdreaming
the smell of ink is
intoxicating to me —
others may have wine
but I have poetry
—Terri Guillemets