The Glass of Wine Girls learn to sit very well held by the frame of their bones in the frame of the bones of the dress but muscles tire so she slumps onto the hard chairback. The table so warmly covered, the floor a checkerboard of cold tile. Every edge but the cushion’s sharply admonishes. Oh for Breughel’s wedding dance-- The men’s excitement clearly rising between their legs The music a reedy cry of delight not the cold thread of wine down her throat, this man’s intentions hidden beneath his elegant cloak, ruffled cuff. He tries to impress with the jangle of his imperfect cittern plucking that she smiles through, pretending not to be bored. Ann Quinn Ann Quinn’s poetry was selected by Stanley Plumly as first place winner in the 2015 Bethesda Literary Arts Festival poetry contest, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her work is published in Potomac Review, Little Patuxent Review, Broadkill Review, and other journals and is included in the anthology Red Sky: Poetry on the Global Epidemic of Violence Against Women. Ann lives in Catonsville with her family where she teaches reflective and creative writing and music and plays clarinet with the Columbia Orchestra. Her degrees are in music performance; she fell in love with poetry in mid-life. Her chapbook, Final Deployment, is published by Finishing Line Press. Please visit online at www.annquinn.net.
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