red door: no grange

Back to: Surviving the Devil: A Song of Fire
Poem #6 from the ‘Surviving the Devil’ collection (unpublished)

Henry and Ev
put a shipping container underground
to make a wine cellar

when the smoke turned into flame
there was nowhere else to go

Henry’s still shaking his head
about the door
glowing red
while they watched it
held in morbid fascination
by the heat and the smell

he said

what else could we do
we knew that we might die

as the hours passed we drank
five bottles of wine

screw-top chardonnay I think it was
and a little too warm at that

but I couldn’t crack the ’98 Grange
without a corkscrew

© Frank Prem, 2010

To Poem #7: fathoming

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