Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Captive

Below the city’s cobblestones it shifted, restless and hungry. It had been years; decades, since it had seen the light of day. The cellar was dark and dank; its spirit contained.

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Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Feral Fox

Cracking open a red wine
We’ve had cellared for a while.
Remembering our trip to D’areys,
Made me stop and a smile.

We tasted and we swished
The red liquid round and round.
Until we had decided,
The best wines to be found

Many purchases were made that day.
They’ve lasted quite some years.
There’s nothing better in winter,
Than wine (it sure beats beers!)

So as I pour my portion,
And swill it in my glass.
I think 8.4 standard drinks,
Is actually a farce.

The way I pour my red wine,
Is more generous than some.
I will probably be a ‘feral fox’
By the time this bottle’s done.

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: portion