In the cellar,
green‑glass vessels lean
against one another,
their shoulders dust‑padded,
throats sealed tight.
Some wait decades,
stoppered against the tremor of hands
that might one day twist them open.
Others burst early,
foam rushing into the air
as if silence itself were unbearable.
In the corner,
labels blur into shadow,
contents thicken, slow as memory.
Elsewhere, bottles press
against their corks,
restless, uncontainable,
a fizz straining at the seal.
The spiral waits,
metal glint tucked in a drawer,
its teeth patient for the grain,
its lever poised for release.
When the cork yields,
the throat breathes open,
and the table waits,
shadow stretched
like a raised eyebrow.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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well written. Your poem explores the theme of anticipation and release, symbolized by the imagery of bottles waiting to be uncorked. It reflects on the passage of time, the buildup of emotions, and the eventual release of those emotions, paralleling the act of opening a wine bottle with moments of revelation or expression in life.
Lots of life parallels, thanks Friendship🕊️🙏🏻
A great metaphor here Cryptic we all wait on tenterhooks for the word repressed will it be a wonderful vintage full of pleasant flavor or a sour vinegar one. Well written my friend a fave
Not only of wrath both from vineyards of varying grapes. 🍇🕊️🙏🏻
That complicates the issue even more
Had to be a fave. Great write
Thank you, an honour 🕊️🙏🏻
A fine write A.
Thanks O🕊️🙏🏻
arqios, this works on multiple levels…cellar as memory, cork as restraint, release as revelation. The pacing mirrors the pressure building inside the vessels. And that raised eyebrow at the end…subtle, knowing, almost amused. Powerful poem that leaves the reader leaning in for more. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
That leaning bends the poet to dig again and bring its offering 🕊️🙏🏻
Indeed! It does. 😊
Like the ambitions of our youth. Waiting to be released.
Quite so dear Kevin🕊️🙏🏻
Fine words Rik, mine is a Rioja please when you open it.
Andy
Thanks, Andy. And open it we shall🕊️🙏🏻
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