...but not sweet sleep.

...but not sweet sleep.

A Poem by Huw

A woman’s wine o’clock 
begins with just the one glass
it arrives a few minutes earlier every day 
it ends a few hours later each evening
until sleep comes but not sweet sleep…

© 2019 Huw


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In memory of the stench of stale red wine.

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Huw
Huw

Ammanford, Wales, United Kingdom



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I've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..