NaPoWriMo Day 11: To Anacreon

Day 11/285

The prompt for this poem needs no explaining, but if you’d like to know more about Anacreon check out what Wikipedia has to say.

To Anacreon

Wine consoles me like a lover,
the liquid caressing my lips
with a smooth touch that uncovers
my controlled facade with each sip,
fills my insides, my face a smirk—
an effort to escape this mourning;
and for a time it seems to work,
until I wake the next morning.

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