a glass of wine
and baffles heads
makes us dazed
as someone once said
with one flick
of a napkin
the glass is dashed
adorned with rosy blush
Kim M. Russell, 5th April 2021
Image by Edge2EdgeMedia on Unsplash
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: In Praise of the Grape
Linda, our host for this week, begins her prompt with a quote from Ernest Hemingway about wine being “one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been brought to the greatest perfection”. My first response was this:
I bade goodbye to Bacchus long ago,
renounced the potent blood of grapes,
the pale and crisp, the honeyed glow,
blushing pink and cherry red escapes.
This was mainly because I have seen how potent it was for some of my friends and, remembering mistakes I made while drunk on wine in my youth, I very rarely touch it now, only on special occasions. But I can see its attraction.
The word for this Monday’s Quadrille, our 44-word poem, is ‘wine’, any form thereof, or even one we create that contains the word. Linda has shared a fascinating tidbit about wine windows in Florence, which she found out about from watching ‘Stanley Tucci: Searching for Italy’. Here on the Norfolk Broads, a pub once sold drink and provisions from a window to wherrymen and holiday makers, so they didn’t have to leave their boats. She has also shared an extract from Shelley’s ‘The Vine Shroud’ and Poem 132 by Emily Dickinson, ‘I Bring an Unaccustomed Wine’.