Vineyard Guards

by T.P. Wilkinson / November 5th, 2023

Roses at each rows ending (Photo: Faye Sarras)

Cotton felt beneath my knees
Rolled like months and years
Behind me sometimes
Liquid memory stilled
Fruit left sun collecting
Minerals through roots drawn
Roses at each rows ending
Planted beauty, wine protecting.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, November 5th, 2023 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.