Coulée de Serrant
I remember Coulée de Serrant
the tempting taste of 1973
never-ending summer days
wandering amber fields
our sun warmed fingers
plucking succulent grapes
sticky and delicious
from bounteous vines
fruit of the valley’s womb.
The finest vintage
decanted into cut glass
its bouquet awakens my senses
sweet honey on my palate
lucid liquid gold
toasting chilled bones
as melting wax drips down
trails of molten lava on
wooden candlesticks.
Autumn harvest looms
as early snow descends
in blankets of white
threatening vineyard yields
their virtue choked by
temperamental terroirs
frozen broken branches
crying out in despair
as empty cellars echo.
Now, nothing remains
of the Coulée de Serrant
in this barren basement
but a hollow jade bottle
haunting memories
the lingering essence
of your saccharine kiss
as I thirst eternally
for you.
Colleen M. Breuning © 2012
February 16, 2012
And so you should post this here for the world to see
I like these lines
toasting chilled bones
as melting wax drips down
trails of molten lava on
wooden candlesticks
but also your ending
wow again
Thank you Sue! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun writing this one, especially when I discovered the name of that wine. Coulee, who knew? 😀
I have the same favorites as Sue! I love, love, love that ending, and the motlen lava simile!
another wonderful write I am so enjoying reading you again Colleen, wish you would come over to Flex Writers Creative Network, that’s where I write now.
Hi Lori!!! It’s good to be writing again. Keeping up with Blogophilia has at least kept my muse from going totally MIA. Glad you’re writing at Flex writers. I may have to check it out, but as it is I have been juggling so many social networks I’m hesitant to jump into another one!!! Thank you so much sweetie! HUGS