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The Scold


04.12.19 Posted in today's words by

Barbara Tramonte’s most recent poem to appear here was “Solitude” (January 2019).

The Scold
By Barbara Tramonte

A chocolate-covered cherry
Drenched in liqueur
In Seville

Those three glasses of vino blanco
That washed the sardines
Down during dinner
Are good, dear self

I allow this macaron
Nut turtle
And drizzled truffle
To delight me
In these scant moments
Left on earth
Is it not intrinsically right
To do this,
Scolding brain?



One Response to “The Scold”

  1. Ed Zahniser says:

    Oh, I know the feeling, scolding brain!
    Thanks for the poem.

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