It's Still Life

Quadrille

IIa.
It’s Just a Matter of Taste

Wine, its taste is not
particularly kind.
Its nose I cannot fathom.
Why someone would
wish to sip
a liquid that tastes
of pennies or
shades of chamois cloth
or remind one’s nose
of a well-worn saddle.
Well, wine, it’s just not for me.

Twiglet 221

IIb.

It’s Not You

So toast me,
Roast me
with your wine.
Cheer me,
Oh, deary me,
hear her
liver whine.

I.
Choice is a Messenger

Some mornings you
wake a changed person.

Might be
a flash of
morning light

a mild
morning in
January

green
shoots in a
flowerpot

and you think,
Aren’t you the lucky one

as if life is
a lucky draw,
plucked

instead of snatched.

III.

First stanza is from Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris Copyright 1989 Yazoo Digital, Arrow; 1st edition (7 May 2009). (I.) Day 6: AprilPAD “Change/Don’t Change” and NaPoWriMo “inspired by a line in a book”. (II.) dVerse Poets Quadrille 125 “wine” (IIb.) Twiglet “It’s Not You“. (III.) The Poeming, Found & Remixed text in Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris, Copyright 1989 Yazoo Digital, Arrow; 1st edition (7 May 2009) iBooks, pages 7, 60, 61, 66, 77, 45, 123, 332, 353, 406. Image Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights cc:00. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   © Misky 2021