Chardonnay

I wrote this poem last year, after a special moment with my son last Christmas…

Wine

It is civilised,
beans on toast swished down
with non-alcoholic Chardonnay.

Generic classical music, Radio 3,
Silence from lips often throwing
flames and shrapnel.

‘This is awkward’ you say,
sophisticated words,
and we share a movie moment.

You read a poem,
and for a time, I feel 
Bohemian, and 

I forget 
that life is not art. 


© Sarah Drury 2021