HER VEINS
At time of day when apples fall
She moved with no immediacy
No longer under judgements call
In temporary inexpediency.
With aching head as in a dream
Residing not upon cloud nine
Diminished in her self esteem
Her veins were filled with wine.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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I hope the wine was as good as your words.
As for the cartoon - you've been to our Church then?
Only the best of wine - love the idea of a vendors the vestry.
A fine write and pic Michael. Did she add water to the wine?
A church was not 'raffling' wine, but, ahem, 'accepting donations, it being a Sunday. It seems one Vicar had a stage in his Vicarage, and not for Communion purposes. Oohh!
No added water - she was truly p****d !!
Our local RC church had the communion wine stolen a little while back - what a world we live in.
Made me think of my mother, thank you
A lady after my own heart ! lol
Thanks UNCLE MIKE : In Auckland the Weather can get quite warm in Summer (Dec Jan Feb) so they do serve Cold Drinks & ice cream as well as Coffee & Biscuits. I have been in Church in the UK for a film evening and in the interval they did come round selling ice cream for 50p ! Love the POEM : Some Elderly Scots Ladies I visit in the UK : have GLENFIDDICH in their veins which requires a zimmer for upright posture (Sounds like a Stanley Holloway Poem) Thanks for scaring : ANGELA (now 10 pm ! Saturday again tomorrow !)
Blessings in Love :
Angela 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Not usually in the church itself or the vestry though. Thanks so muchly Angela.
A good lesson in moderation from our talented word-smith and along with the chuckles at your sense of humour in that sketch I have noting but wonder at your constant good output.. Great stuff again my friend.
I sometimes wonder about my work - would love more time to write longer more meaningful pieces but have to make do with tongue in cheek offerings. Thank you Fay.
Reminded me of an occasion in my youth when the doctor asked for a urine sample and invited me to pee into a bottle over a running tap in his consulting room. Holding my sample up to the light he remarked "I'm not quite sure whether i should test this or drink it Mr Dusk".
Well that gave me a smile - reminds me of when I was undergoing an intimate examination and the Doctor said he commented that he had just bought the same sort of underpants as I was wearing. Mmmm - !
The cartoon is almost too close to reality.
The poem ; I like the imagery of the first and last lines especially.
Too much wine and it starts replacing your blood, temporarily one would hope. Nice work. - Phil A.
Perhaps the last line should read: Her veins were filled with cider' lol
Thanks Phil.
Now you've suddenly made me hungry for a Cider doughnut,
any port in a storm.. make mine a double... cheers...
Out to a wine and cabaret tonight so I'll drink to you - cheers.
enjoy...... N
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