Blue Wine

When the sun shines directly overhead, sky and sea can merge, spilling mirages over the world. Everything then becomes lit with mystery and magic …

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BLUE WINE                                  

the sea rests
in my cup

I drink salt
and wait for waves
to take me
into the sunset
where I will

drink white wine
while sky spills
over my hands

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New! NEW! ‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, May 2016.