The bottle lies on a slab of marble,
a creation of the gilded age,
silver filigree and glass, handcrafted,
a thing of beauty,
suitable for poison or potion.
About this poem
We humans seem to be able to make anything good, or anything evil. It’s a scary responsibility as we seem so easily to slip from one to the other.
The picture was taken at The Mount, Edith Wharton’s home in Lenox, Mass.
You have no idea how much this little poem got revised before I published it.