The Colour of Lies

The flickering candlelight glows
through the burgundy liquid 
left silent in its fine-stemmed glass.

Deep tones reflected on the wall
in gentle smudges of light dance lazily, 
as if taunting in their blood red hues. 

In an ever growing sculpture,
waxen beads pile around the foot 
of the shrinking candle.

Dark, glossy cherries, 
mirroring the colour of the wine,
lay neglected on the tiny table.

Just another reminder
of the colour of lies
and broken promises.


september 2004
ŠJanet Reid



*This poem was written in response to a challenge to write about a colour,
 and provide a picture to accent your choice.  In search of a colour somewhat 'off the beaten track' 
I decided on burgundy, and began the poem with the picture of the wine glass and no clear idea 
of where the rest of it was going. It created itself from there.*




Awarded by New Horizons





Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ March 7, 2005