Day 11 - prompt (optional, as always) from NaPoWriMo - Poets have been
writing about love and wine, wine and love, since . . . well, since the time of
Anacreon, a Greek poet who
was rather partial to that subject matter. Anacreon developed a particular
meter for his tipsy, lovey-dovey verse, but Anacreontics in English generally
do away with meter-based constraints. Anacreontics might be described as a sort
of high-falutin’ drinking song. So today I challenge you to write about
wine-and-love. Of course, you may have no love of wine yourself, in which case
you might try an anti-Anacreontic poem.
There is something about shiraz-merlot.
Its bottle, tall and dark, waits – beckonslike a lover, years ago young,
years ago gone.
Sweet – vital as the just ripe pear or peach
that hangs, a foot above my fingertips.
But this – this tumbles easy
into the wide-brimmed goblet,dances in candlelight.
Passion’s red kiss anoints my lips.
A promise fulfilled,
on my terms, my timewith a price I can now afford pay.
