04-14-2016, 04:29 PM
running very late, not so worried about writing (not got much in the tank this year) - really enjoying reading all the submissions. keep coming back to re-read.
A full term fermentation
releases it’s fruit.
After the birth
all that remains are tails.
Collected dross,
racked into a vat, drop by drop
until it is topped off.
It starts out as air space,
surface sugar moulds, collect
and coalesce.
Clinging to the plastic tank of confinement,
a mother is conceived on the dregs of what is left,
an acidic presence that prevails.
Formless,
thick membranes of opaque jelly,
slip through fingers, fall at feet.
Flaccid, yet fluid enough to weep,
there is growth.
A creep in depth and breadth
until a vintage is declared.
Full of good nutrition and good “for what ails”
A high grade mother is like a fine wine
something to be savoured.
A full term fermentation
releases it’s fruit.
After the birth
all that remains are tails.
Collected dross,
racked into a vat, drop by drop
until it is topped off.
It starts out as air space,
surface sugar moulds, collect
and coalesce.
Clinging to the plastic tank of confinement,
a mother is conceived on the dregs of what is left,
an acidic presence that prevails.
Formless,
thick membranes of opaque jelly,
slip through fingers, fall at feet.
Flaccid, yet fluid enough to weep,
there is growth.
A creep in depth and breadth
until a vintage is declared.
Full of good nutrition and good “for what ails”
A high grade mother is like a fine wine
something to be savoured.