Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #131

The Barrels Leaked

by Belinda Roddie

The barrels leaked, and wine belched from the cracks

onto the cellar floor, staining it red.

I watched with puzzlement as pinot splashed

across the wood, then called for Mister Zedd,

the manager of the winery. He

said, "grab a couple glasses. We'll make due."

I filled six cups with spraying burgundy,

then thirteen more with Zinfandel that spewed

from the corner barrel, the splits revealed

in the oak. I couldn't believe my eyes.

How badly had old, worn Mister Zedd sealed

away the wine? I now stood ankle-high

in the stuff. The spill never slowed itself,

so I grabbed more jugs from the cupboard shelf.