Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #163

The Tides Were High
by Belinda Roddie

The tides were high when I met you tonight,
all primped and ready for a real good time,
your red hair glowing in the fierce moonlight.
I bought you a drink, maybe two, strong lime
the flavor in our tall glasses, and you
gulped it all down, reminiscing about
the "good old days." You wore red. I wore blue.
The loud music made me think I should shout
my feelings for you, but you never heard
my love. You never drank it in as much
as the booze in your bottle. Not one word
seemed to reach you, and my head was in such
a spin that I remedied nothing. I
carried you home while the tides were still high.

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