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Bacchus
by Megan GuimbellotI've been winding grape vines around my fingers
and lacing ivy through my hair/longer now than you rememeber//
Befriending Bacchus every night and Advil every morning,
Sleeping with the sunlight streaming in
Daylight in all it's glory, shining,
hard
to get my attention but my eyelids are the most stubborn part of me and they only close tighter under pressure//and contents are combustable//there's a warning label i forgot to read that says that
"wine and strange lips don't mix in the morning after"
you see I've traded water for wine without insurance, without inquiring about the exchange policy and I'm calling for assistance now because it's shining morning snd I think I've made a mistake..
02/04/2009 Posted on 02/04/2009
Copyright © 2025 Megan Guimbellot
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 02/04/09 at 08:07 PM I love this piece for conflicting reasons, for all it tells in the details and all it hides in the pauses and breaks...the first stanza is dazzling...and the close is divine...thank you for sharing this piece, very memorable...I look forward to reading more of your work...peace, jewels |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/06/09 at 01:23 AM I really love that last stanza, paragraph, whatever you want to call it. There's a hell of a strength to this, and it really makes for an addicting read of sorts. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 02/06/09 at 05:46 AM you are one of a kind. you take these life scenarios, give them short story life in such few words...make them tough and generally gritty...and add a dreaming aspect. this is mg writing at its best. freeflow shape and all...you write in stream, this is every bit as good as the rest |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/03/13 at 11:28 AM a wonderful opening line, in fact the whole of the poem inebriates the senses to gladness for having quaffed its loveliness. |
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