In Vino Veritas

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The sacred truth, now broken as lies spill from his lips
his tongue blood-red and thick with the stain of wine

 
the fact checker of the vine on which the falsehoods trip
but she cares not that he lies for he is nothing but a pawn
 
a body to warm her lonely thighs until the morning comes
and now, in dawn’s broken light, as he turns and sighs, I love you
 
she recognizes the untruth that spills from his morning eyes
as the room fills with the sound of a thousand buzzing flies
 
feasting on the dinner from the night before as naked, she slips
from the sullied bed opens wide the balcony doors
and with one look back, she soars.

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s note: My muse took a dark turn with this piece.

Broken

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28 Comments on “In Vino Veritas

  1. It’s when we don’t care that we are free to leave. I always felt beholden, but is that love? I always worked toward preservation, but that may be an archivist’s tool, not love’s. And what I rejoice in here is the strength of the one who leaves.

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  2. That is a spectacular ending……..first the unexpected flies, and then her stepping out and soaring. Quite wonderful. I am hoping she flew and didnt fall to the ground below!

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  3. I enjoyed your dark poem of drunken truth, Linda! Two lines stand out for me:
    ‘his tongue blood-red and thick with the stain of wine
    the fact checker of the vine on which the falsehoods trip’,
    and I love the way the table is turned.

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  4. Once you start lying you fail to recognise the truth even when it is told to you. Truth alone in this case does so and flies away as she is no longer valued.

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