Poetry Competition 2012 – Portfolio Prize Winner
Water into Wine
my laundry has turned pink, my hair comes up
glossy with a hint of Pinot Noir.
Ever since you moved in, the cats stumble
glassy-eyed from their drinking bowls,
daffodils toot their trumpets –
falling over themselves. My friends shake
their heads, unbelievers, until I invite them round
while you’re out buying bread and fish:
the fountain gushes like a jugular, the river
flows with delirious trout, the bridge
can’t tie its shoelaces.
You sprinkle cloves and cinnamon in my bath
and I emerge smelling like Christmas,
sweating beads of Shiraz.
Night after night you drink me to oblivion,
your hands on me
soft as water.