Tempranillo Haze

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By Jessiibear

Wed, 14 May 2025
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10 comments
 

Sun-soaked and forgotten—
they kiss beneath the awning’s shade.
The child next door plays, distilled
moonshine 
spilled like lemonade.

Summer drools—
A Tempranillo haze bathes the street,
where lovers doze on porches—
blush-wine 
pooling at their feet.

Certificate 12
Poem
Surreal
Nature
Love

Comments

Submitted by onemorething on

Very lovely and evocative. It's our Pick of the Day. Do share on social media. I hope I've found a suitable image, it's a painting of sunset by Turner, as close to Tempranillo as I could get. It's in the public domain. Let me know if you wanted it substituted with something else.

 

Submitted by Jessiibear on

Thank you so much—I’m honored it was chosen as Pick of the Day! The Turner painting is a beautiful choice; it captures the mood really well, so no need to change it. :)

Jess

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

A very beautiful depiction of a wonderful, sleepy, hot moment in time. You took me right there. Very well deserved golden cherries!

 

Submitted by Jessiibear on

Thank you! I’m so glad it took you there—that means a lot to me.

Jess

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Week - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by Jessiibear on

Thank you so much, I'm honoured! 

Jess

Submitted by celticman on

lovely words that laps the senses. 

 

Submitted by Jessiibear on

Thank you—what a beautiful way to describe it. I’m so glad it reached you that way.

 

Jess

Submitted by D G Moody on

The skill and inspiration of composing a short poem is here evident; and I particularly appreciated the rhyme sequence without in being at all  labored.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Jessiibear on

Thank you so much, Dougie — that really means a lot. I love playing with sound and rhythm, so it’s encouraging to hear that the rhyme felt natural. I’m so glad the poem resonated with you.

Jess