Comments : wine cellar (writing prompt)

  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    What a beautifully detailed little piece this is, Michael. The idea of using a wine cellar as 'bolt hole' without actually drinking once there is intriguing (especially to me, I might add). But only because there is something far more comforting to you there: an 'obliging' chair which conjures 'notes of nostalgia' and eases your tension because of who it once belonged to. Who? we, the reader, cannot be entirely sure, but a grandparent is a warming thought.
    A funny sort of juxtaposition is the result here - the contrast between what may have been the wine's ill-effects on you and what is actually the chair's cathartic influence.
    'unravelling like ribbon from my relaxing grasp' - Michael, you almost sent me to sleep at the close of this poem. Nominated. Now, off for a nice glass of Shiraz and a bit of cheese. I just wish I had a bloody comfortable chair to enjoy it in...

    Take care, good fellow.

    • 2 years ago

      by Mr. Darcy

      Thank you, Ben. Lovely comment!
      Your analysis is spot on. If you ever visit, you can enjoy a glass in my gran's chair.

  • 2 years ago

    by Xaque

    The writer brought a vivid feeling of comfort in lines like "As i sit, honeyed leather and obliging springs take my weight and notes of nostalgia enfold me" and "unravelling like ribbon from my relaxing grasp". A very enjoyable read.

  • 2 years ago

    by M.Useless

    Excellent piece for me. The "honeyed leather" seat did it. My grandmother would rock me in the rocking chair my great grandfather built, with a leather seat bottom. It brings me back to that time when I sit in the rocker today. Thank you for the share.