The shades and tones of changing foliage remind me of bottles displayed behind a bar: the honeypot tint of mottled leaves; the richness of wild cherry and dogwood dyed in aubergine; maples softly glowing crimson; hawthorn and blackthorn flaming fervently among the beery browns. Raise a glass to autumn drinkers huddled around the open fire in the public bar, and to the thinkers alone in a corner, nursing their wine until winter hastens closing time.
Kim M. Russell, 22nd November 2022
Today is my daughter’s birthday; she was born after a night I remember as frosty and cold, with a full moon. How fortuitous that over at the dVerse Poets Pub it’s Tuesday Poetics and Punam is saying cheers. I would like to raise a glass to my daughter, and to a quote from Robert Louis Stevenson: “Wine is bottled poetry.”
Punam asks us to raise our glasses/cups/mugs to the intoxicating power of poetry and try to distill its essence in our words. She has shared some interesting thoughts and quotes on wine and poetry, as well as poetry by Ron Butlin, Basho and Amy Lowell.
Our challenge is to write about our favourite drinks (alcoholic/non-alcoholic) or getting drunk, or use drinking as a metaphor, in poems in a form of our choice with a drinking connection.