Wine Country Mom cannot think of anything nice to write here about her children.  So she has graciously asked me, Poetic Goddess, to step in and entertain all two of her fans.  Because of the current circumstances, I am dedicating this one to her.  

 

Ruby Red

by Poetic Goddess

 

 

 

Ruby Red,

take me far from here,

down to the depths 

of your ocean

where the bubbles melt like 

ice cream

dancing on my tongue

and the seasons 

change 

from dark to bright

to a mellowed out 

tangerine afternoon

of blissful laughter

evaporating into the wind.

Take me to your

sandy shores

of sugary rims 

and lime wedges,

where worry is a fable

and time was heard of once

but has lost its 

meaning in translation

from generations of 

storytellers

that tell of lands far away

who still hold onto strange customs

of deadlines & agendas

and carpools & schedules,

shopping lists, calendars,

and an odd little book 

of numbers & decimals

that must be catered to & balanced,

but that always manages to 

still lean to the left.

Ruby Red,

whisk me off to your island

so I can walk your 

shores of eternity

and wrap myself in your 

breath of salt

and lose myself in the call of the sea

as I drift into oblivion

after drowning in your sweet kiss

of icy cold warmth

and your dizzying seduction of daydreams.

 

 

Sip cocktails with Wine Country Mom on the private island in her mind at winecountrymom@winecountrymom.com.