Feather Bed

“Feather Bed” was written many years ago. I’ve recently written the poem  “Feather Bed Revisited”, a sort of sceptic parody that comes with maturity. Here’s a few lines from each. Both poems are now published in my book “Candle”

Feather Bed

The wine was mellow, mulled and sweet

The music had a lulling beat

The alcohol went to my head

I fell onto the feather bed….

Feather Bed Revisited

The wine was cheap and tasted rank

But better with each glass I drank…

…

This bed, these feathers once so fine

Now jab like needles in my spine