The Six O’Clock Glass.
I know I should not be having my six o’clock glass of wine
At five but something has been missing from today
Perhaps it’s those cigarettes that I gave up so long ago
I am trying not to reach out for anything more fattening
Than my Shiraz
All day long I snoozed amongst geraniums
Newspapers read...unread and read again..articles
Annoying me..
My short trip into painting ended flat
Making matters worse than if I had not tried.
Words fail me after reading Neruda
Perusing all my articulate heroines
Makes me sound like Jack and Jill
Where is my spark ?
My inner van Gogh
My original Rousseau ...
My anything .
I know I should not be having my six o’clock glass of wine
At five..
But maybe ...I’ll come alive..
And sing my Casta Diva aria...
Out of tune or not.
Kristine Byrne...4th Sept. 2012