The Vineyard
written by: Angela Huskisson
A single raisin rests.
Lost in summer heat.
While Enzo unravels his life
And all he has known on this Tuscan hillside.
His lifeblood seeping through ebb and flow.
The raisin, once round and sweet like his own beloved Bella
Is disappearing fast within shifting seasons.
Fifty years passing in a finger snap
Where the warmth has left the land and cooler winds unfold.
He calls for his youth, his vigour, his life returned
Next time he will be better, bigger, stronger.
Once upon another time, in a different place
Which feels like this, but isn’t.
He makes peace with his god
As the shriveled fruit prepares its fall.
The last of the summer wine.
NOTE:
Based on the Prompt – The Last Fruit
I am UK born and bred of Anglo Indian origins holding a lifetime desire for word conjuring. An ex English/Drama teacher with an OU. BA. (Hons), specialising in Creative Writing. I have one self-published novel plus several online successes with both flash and short stories. At present I am Literary Editor for ‘Shorts’ magazine. I have taught writing groups until they all got so good that I made myself redundant. Enjoy politics, teach yoga, adore the theatre, literature and film. I have one husband, three children and am greedily collecting beautiful grandchildren whilst living in a most lovely Devon village where life is very good indeed.
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