Pour me a last glass of the Douro –
I want to slide into the warm haze
of a rust red wine. The world’s too hard,
I’m small and tired and scared.
Let’s sit. The fire’s lit, those flames
are the same flames we watched
last year, when we were young.
The dark is pressing up
against the windows. The sun set
hours ago, crimson clouds
piled high against a lemon sky.
Pour me a last glass of the Douro –
my head’s too full of thoughts.
I’m hosting at dVersetonight, and our theme is red. Come on over and do some poeming.
Sarah writes poems 
I think I need to steel myself against the temptation of slipping into such a blissful haze. On my fifth week I still manage.
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The ominous aspect of red seems overwhelming to me too. I like the repetitions in this one, and the different kinds of red, all adding up to the same thing.
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I love this. Thank you.
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Your poem sounds good read aloud.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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This offers comfort in the many shades of red.
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Very nice! I like the way you use repetition at the closing!
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Thank you.
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Like you, I found dozens of uses for shades of red. Your internal rhymes are nice /Let’s sit-the fires lit/. And I love the reference /last year, when we were young/…indeed.
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Nice description of the dark: “The dark is pressing up
against the windows.”
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a lovely rhythmic read .. guess many want to drink to oblivion .. take care Sarah!
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I too thought of red wine – I have a bottle I have been saving for a special occasion and now it sits alone waiting to be opened.
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Beautifully put, Sarah. Very much how I feel after an hour listening to the news.
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Oh yes. I think about the things I felt such angst over last year…..we had no clue how well off we were then.
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I don’t usually drink, but I think I would like to ‘slide into the warm haze / of a rust red wine’. I like the way you emphasise emotion in the list of three, so nicely space by the repetition of ‘and’, as well as the internal rhyme of ‘Let’s sit. The fire’s lit’. The use of colour is so effective in this poem, Sarah.
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“the dark pressing up against the windows” such a perfect turn of phrase for the world right now.
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Last year when we were young–indeed. There’s a definite end-of-the-world feel to this. My niece told me her neighbor left a bottle of red wine on her steps yesterday.
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Wow, Sarah, this one has left me astounded. I LOVE,LOVE,LOVE.
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I never drank Red wine, But I always thought there is something especial about it. Charming words I can only imagine the taste of the wine but your words taste interesting and inspiring.
Thank you;)
Shadiatique
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Pass me a glass while I re-read this poignant poem…
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ooooooooh. felt the tiredness and the surrender and the yearning to escape! the repetition is so effective!
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Ah …. the comfort of a good glass of wine. And yes….the reds seem to have more depth to them that the whites. Loving these words
“crimson clouds
piled high against a lemon sky.”
Late to the reading and posting on this one…..but so glad I could toast you with my coffee cup this morning to your glass of Douro!
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I like how the flames take on a different meaning as things change.
I like this.
Pat
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lovely relaxed pace in this poem – the anxieties flow along with the physical impressions – like wine
“those flames
are the same flames we watched
last year, when we were young.”
superb reference to enduring love
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Could use a glass now! Toast!
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Chin chin!
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