Drawing by Susan C. Price
Pinot
By Eric Meub
Pinot
By Eric Meub
[Originally published on July 12, 2014]
It’s nearly bedtime, but I’m seeing shapes
Beyond the window, on a hill of grapes.
She looks like me, cocooned inside a cask,
basking in rays of light the pulp has bent
into a halo. She flirts behind a mask
of wings: white wings, but veined with sediment.
All day I’ve been an angel on parade
among the clusters, praising spirits caged
inside. But dusk brought out the moths, afraid
of fading light and proof of having aged.
They batter at the pane behind my blinds
for sixty watts of ecstasy and harass
my reverie until the morning finds
one pasted like a label to the glass.
| Copyright © 2014, 2015, 2020 by Susan C. Price & Eric Meub Eric Meub, architect, lives and practices in Pasadena, the adopted brother of the artist, Susan C. Price. They respect, in their different ways, the line. |
“[Susan & Eric] respect, in their different ways, the line.” Respect, honor, and transport it, to our surpassing delight and transfiguration. Today’s lines still, after six years, do this for me, still touch me with angel’s breath, brush my cheek.
ReplyDeleteIt's great the way the art and words interact with this gem of a pair of artists. I sense a fatalism wrapped in a certain beauty in the words but the face is grinning, almost mischievous. From the wine, perhaps? A good Pinot before bed, drown the sorrows, eh? Better wine than whine, right? Good show as always, Susan and Eric!
ReplyDeleteAlways nice to read a rhyming poem where the rhyme is not forced. .
ReplyDeleteThanks.