Mulled Wine

Nasty stuff
Gives me 
Indigestion
Usually it’s
Too spicy
Too sweet
Not spicy
Enough, not
Sweet enough
A waste
Of, perfectly
Decent plonk.

Then one
Evening, your
Mother asked
Us over
For a
'Seasonal drink'
"You like
Mulled wine?"
She asked,
"Oh simply
Adore it!"
I replied.

And it
Tasted 
wonderful.

Odonata

Butterfly? Not you.
Two pairs of strong, transparent wings
Are fixed upon your back
Little water nymph
Simply hatched into the unknown one day

Blinking and dazed, you flew
Am I skipper? Am I true?
But you’re no fragile, fluttering flyer
For here flies fast, aerial hunter
Multifaceted vision, gwas-y-neidr!

Iridescent, darter, dancing jewel
Golden, chaser!
Oh I could go on, but
Having said all that…
Maybe you’re just a damselfly in distress?

Bivalent

Tricolour ribbons;
sun, moon, earth
Quicksilver air
Inhale the mercurial warmth of the wood
Right hand, hold fast, pass through, right hand, hold

Oh my...
What molecules, atoms, engines, chromosomes - what FIRE!
Classsical logic?
The threshold, opened with a kiss
My sweet Gaia
So mote it be.