Wine

Kaleidoscope of dreams opens
with a quick twist or gentle pop!
of cork, that dearest birth of joy.
Let us go down paths that wind
and never stop their winding.
Spin with me, webs to catch grief,
then let go the delicate and fine
who may flutter on to others.
Crimson measure in crystal,
I raise you to the sky and see
the world made kinder through
flickering, red-coloured glasses.

P.S. Cottier

And on the other hand, let this photograph be a warning to you all:

a little tired and emotional

a little tired and emotional

I am reading at The Gods, Australian National University campus, at 8pm on Tuesday 10th (meals from 6.30).  The cover charge for the reading itself is $10 waged and $5 unwaged.  What a bargain! Because this is the day after the night that I usually post my Tuesday poem, I may not get to it this week.  If so, please regard this poem, posted on Saturday, as a Tuesday poem.  Have a glass of wine and that Will All Make Sense.

The other poets are the excellent Melinda Smith, previously featured on this very blog, who also has a book launch on the Wednesday at Smith’s Books (her book of autism poems), and Russell Erwin, whose work I do not yet know. Hopefully I will be in a state to remember it, should I be lucky enough to read first, and therefore liberated to have ‘a drink or two’ afterwards as I listen to Russell and Melinda.

There seems to be a pattern emerging…