Bottled Sunset

by Aidan Andrew Dun

bottled sunset

 

for HW

 

‘Bottled sunset’
Harry said
opening a poem.

Indeed
one pictures
conveyor-belts
along the horizon
delivering smoothly
mouth-watering
elixirs, cosmic
refreshments
green or red
Californian
smart-drinks
aerated cocktails
charged with light
full of yesterdays
more vividly
seen at dusk;
amid beautiful
memories maybe
some good deed
done recently
in the day
declared dead;
soft-drinks
(well-said!)
sparkling with
contentment
(under pressure)
rolling mysteriously
from never-ending
production-lines
fizzy-drinks, etc
tisanes (excellent
bringing on sweat)
thermos-flasks
valiantly
uplifted against
twilight, prepared
for soul’s dark
night ahead;
setting suns
steeped
in dews of life;
happiness mixed
with hot tears
coloured by hope;
alchemical
champagnes
double-distilled
from sadness fermented
with chance’s
(too soon to say)
apparently useless
old rope:
the holy drinker
pours light away
through this
evening air
while drinking in
more than
his share.

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