“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.
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
© Amanda Samm