My Favorite Cup
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
Granted, I have quite a drinking problem
But it’s eccentric, marginalized, strange;
As surely as red leaves fall in autumn
When I’m thirsty, I want you in close range
I am a hemoglobin connoisseur
I need the red, but not all reds will do;
Urgency can make differences blur
When I can choose, darling, I will choose you
It’s not the pace of clotting, or the type
Your cholesterol is less than ideal
They say the smoke is altered by the pipe
Through you, my beverage flows raw and real
Some parasites fall in love with their hosts
From you, favorite cup, I’ll drink sweet toasts
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
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Comments (5)
Spooky and clever!! A brilliant D.J. addition to thee Vocal Halloween spirit :)
A clear voice in this one, D. J. - suave, controlled, a hint of menace. Just how I would imagine a vampire to speak. It made me chuckle too with the comments about cholesterol and smoke, like a sanguine sommelier.
Who though up such poetry types, eck. Hut it exercises the brain. I think I will try one. Poets and metaphors...what a pair. Lovely.
Oh wow, I've never thought of humans being a cup to vampires! That was genius!
That was clever, and I found it funny