Eau de Vie


She smiles,
her lovely curls delights,
She donned a black velvet frock on
the sun dipped down her perfect skin
Her brunette tresses swept in wind
Displaying her diamond earring bright
He looked dapper in dark silk suit
Skinny blue tie and
a patent brogue shoes ,
Watching her in mysterious distance
Shimmering alter candles crimson stars
Floated in the dark silent night
As her eyes met,cognac fell on his tie
feeling Limousin oak cask falling,
He looked with the eyes of connoisseurs, walked up to her,
As lilac fragrance spread
She filled his tulip shaped wine glass
Saint Emilion left her cheeks
a burn red hue with the scent
Of Montant odor …
Her sweet lips tasted a cocktail now
He wondered whether its Martini
Or a petite Champagne or
Is it a startling contrast …?

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About Rekha Moothedath

I'm a teacher by profession, hailing from Calicut, south-west coast of India. I was brought up in a huge joint family, a home in lush greenery and a mile away from the sea shore. Being married to a defense personnel, has enabled me to travel widely within India and once made me write a poem on the great Andaman islands. I did my post graduation in History and I do research papers and have published a paper on medieval Indian feudal society, in the International History Congress. Sometime in the late nineties initiating a life time love with Latin American poetry I mustered up all my passions in writing. Though my head fought battles and spoke peace, poetry was always a deeply embedded part of my soul and I was enamored of her beauty and traveled through the emotions of tempest and silence and overcame the desolation.

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