Porcelain ghosts


With hearts of ice…

Prisoners of steel

Haunt a concrete universe,

Poisoned by champagne

And their fat god of desire.

They wake in the dark,

When night cools their fever;

A broken child within

Remembers itself,

Longing for colour

And a laughing eternity.

Only a fool

Celebrates a joyless life

With champagne.


About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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6 Responses to Champagne

  1. A very interesting composition of words.


  2. Rae Longest says:

    Lovely, insightful, and an interesting perspective.


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