Morning Wine

Morning Wine

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

Morning Wine

Looking for abuse,

in a foggy

summer sun,

watching the paint

peal off

well worn walls,

she walks carefully

down the street,

for milk.


There in a hole

in her pocket,

she keeps secrets,

in a billfold

of rubber bands.


And that she wants

to pay the man

a fortune,

and never

look back.


She walks over nervously.


But in the background,

she is

no willing participant,

and only glows

in clouded skies.


Wishing to turn cold milk,

into warm wine.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier

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I think that this is a beautiful write.
The words are just dancing so perfectly with each other.
Thank you for sharing.

Posted 11 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I was caught up in the way the words travelled. That last line really floored me. I think there must be a sisterhood of girls somewhere who wish to turn cold milk into warm wine, I wonder how we get there from here.

Posted 12 Years Ago

you do a very good job of mixing obscure with direct emotion.
There is a lyrical (dare a I gasp, poetic) tone to this piece, but your third stanza seems out of place because it's tone doesn't match the rest of it.

still, this is well written. thanks for sharing!!

Posted 12 Years Ago

There's an underlying secret here. The reader can sense it without being totally confused by it. I enjoyed this poem. I would even consider expanding on it if I were you.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Wow this is really good! Keep up the good work!

Posted 12 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on August 10, 2009
Last Updated on August 30, 2010
Tags: women, trans, tgirl, transgender, transsexual, MTF, FTM, GLBT, LGBT, queer, gay, transition, poetry, poem, real life, bi, gay pride, Abigale Lecavalier, Abby LeCavalier

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