Quickly becoming one of my favorite poets. Read more at scottishmomus.com.
licquor pours across all floors
it is not possible to become
intoxicated today when
bota bag bleeds and seeps
its blood-red vintage while
weary herdsmen weep
and skin afresh, hanging
hircine hopes on kids
gathering yesterday’s grapes
for fresh pressing
remembering to decant
old with old, the new with new
and both willing the carver
with every bone in their bodies
to gouge with due caution
adhere with common sense
remember libation to providers
and secure for all, in celebration,
that the horn has plenty
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Many thanks. I don’t think I’ve ever been reblogged by the same person twice in a short space of time. I’m chuffed to bits. I keep going to call you Nana but I’m not sure if that’s what you go by. Do tell. 🙂
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Nana works–that’s what the grandchildren call me. But my given name is Leslie. And I should call you….?
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That’s what my kids called my mum. 🙂 I’m Anne-Marie. Pleased to meet you, Leslie. 🙂
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Pleased to meet you! What a lovely name!
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