She’s like a long stemmed
crystal glass of crimson whine,
sat on a tabletop and a pebble.
The slightest vibration
and she teeters off balance,
shattered in scarlet pools.
Rich this poem is very metaphorical, ironically the word 'Whine' is probably the center of the poem. It's about a very unstable woman, who whines continuously. Joyce
Hello Joyce, I like the image, but your use of 'whine, ' if intentional, destroys the sympathy that we might otherwise have for the subject of your poem. The rest of the imagery works well for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One slight breeze could knock this poem of ballance but you have harnessed it well within its brilliance, Love duncan