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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.

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

 

© Amanda Samm