Ode to an Empty Wine Glass
By Carys Maloney
Last night’s lacking glass
of red wine sparkling
empty and lonesome in
the January sun. A relic of
stained-glass crimson—a window
illuminating exchanges of hours past.
Clear As Day
What has become of those
departed on the night tube,
inebriated reflections,
crossing the Thames like Charon
over the Styx? Did they have anyone
to text ‘I’ve made it home safely’?
Not So Much
That Holy Grail of Debauchery
Dionysian Diamond, Elegy to the Epicurean
O Great Testament to the Night Before.
Shining in solipsism and splendour—
smashed to the asphalt as
a sobering-up passer-by sways
astray, engaged In Memoriam.
Carys Maloney, Untitled, 2024
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