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.