Burgundy Poem by Elizabeth Shield

burgundy, the color of wine
and cashmere
a noble stain, sweet and dark
like old music, enchanting yet haunting
or pages in a history book
deep purplish red, like old France
when the Louie's were Kings
with deep capes of ermine and
coats of serious, glorious, burgundy
like time passing
things ripening with age
roughness becoming soft
and smooth, burgundy
like old memories
sweet and cherished, a bitter fragrance
all its own
a rich man's bedsheets, made of silk
dark and comforting, or
a noblewoman's rogue, daring
and the color on her lips, emphasizing white teeth
burgundy
a tall chair by the fire
an honored usage, glowing in the light