Glaskross

Han satte vinet
i vrångstrupen,
lika kärvt som
Panamakanalen

Som slussar
kastades vinet
genom luckorna
mot hans
torra läppar

Det var orden
orden hon sa,
orden han hörde
som fick floden
att kasta sig
ut över fallet

På botten,
under stenarna
där jorden täcker
det fördolda,
ligger nu ett krossat
vinglas…

@ Björn Blomqvist 2016-09-02

Published by

Björn Blomqvist

Aspiring author with a bachelor's degree in art history and visual communication and a bachelor's degree in history. Writes on a debut novel. Amateur actor and poet - sometimes writes art reports and articles from art exhibitions.

Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.