This quadrille was written for dVerse where we were asked to use the word “sip.” If you’d like to join in, click here.
Tastes of Leaving
Sip of shiraz,
bittersweet succulence upon the tongue, yet tastes of packed bags, angry midnight words, of your leaving, muffled footfalls casting shadowy prints in the soft snow powder, splintered crystal, heart in shards, whispered words: Who is she? Frown, no one you know.
6 thoughts on “Tastes of Leaving, a Poem”
Powerful storytelling in 44 words. I love the terse phrasing, revealing layers of the scene.and the heartache.
Thank you so much, Mish! 🙂
Well described with this: “splintered crystal, heart in shards, whispered words”
Thank you so much, Frank! 🙂
Who is she? the homewrecker… so well captured from that sip of shiraz… well told
Thanks, Bjorn! 🙂