The emptiness of brine


Digesting the disasters of divorce
projected to the whirlwinds in your glass
of Chardonnay you sipped alone, the morse
of slyish slander, raindrop-rumors pass
as morsels left of mother’s Sunday steak.
You listened listlessly to serpent’s hiss
invading corners, and you slept awake,
and when I came you faked a smile of bliss.
For many years, it grew, a sheen, so green;
that hid behind the bluebells in your eyes,
you felt invaded by another queen,
a dame of darkness — created from the lies
of sea-foam and the emptiness of brine
in tears that germinate in ice-cold wine.

Double portrait with a glass of wine by Marc Chagal

Double portrait with a glass of wine by Marc Chagal

Linked to the Tuesday Platform at toads. This is the eighth installment of my heroic sonnet corona. Previous ones can be found here:
Bluebells, The tear of tears, Before the monsters, When we had built a nest, Let’s mend the bridges, Your icicles and Our highway through the sky.

April 21, 2015

26 responses to “The emptiness of brine

  1. This was amazingly put together!
    “the morse
    of slyish slander, raindrop-rumors pass
    as morsels left of mother’s Sunday steak.”
    These really brought a different dimension.

  2. This is just a terrific one, Bjorn–very human and particular, vivid and easy to visualize. You tie it all up beautifully. The ice cold wine is all too much like a cold whine. Thanks. k.

  3. Ah.. divorce can lead to many such disasters as portrayed so artistically in your poem 🙂 Loved these lines:

    Digesting the disasters of divorce
    projected to the whirlwinds in your glass
    of Chardonnay you sipped alone, the morse
    of slyish slander, raindrop-rumors pass
    as morsels left of mother’s Sunday steak.

    The entire poem reads beautifully 🙂

  4. love the “sheen so green” behind the bluebell eyes…and with the serpent metaphor, you build up the poisoning of this relationship quite vividly.

  5. The use of alliteration and assonance in this poem really makes it pop! Those last lines are magical.

  6. That hissing is so loud… rooting in tears that are chilled by wine and loss of hope.

    This makes me one to hug the speaker. And perhaps punch a snake or two…

  7. “that hid behind the bluebells in your eyes”……..such an evocative line. There is a story in these sonnets that is very intriguing, which I cannot – being dense – decipher. But it is a most powerful journey you are making. “The disasters of divorce” is an accurate description for troubled times. Wonderful writing, Bjorn.

  8. remorse, even the chilled wine, be thinks, cannot drunken deeply enough to ease the pain of “stylish slander”

    nice write

    much love…

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  10. You have described the process of falling out of love so well, Bjorn. Been there, all the way. Generally it is a harder and perhaps unwanted trail. But if one goes the other has to take their own path, alone.
    Thanks for the visit. I may be finishing up early on the NaPoWrites.
    ..

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  13. What a soaring project you have taken on with this series. I congratulate you on your poetic tenacity (I know that I couldn’t keep up that level of resolves.) Well done!

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