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 writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. 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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