Soured Wine. Poem by Fay Slimm
Soured Wine.
Meadow in honey-soaked sun.
Bunches of ripeness swing from each vine.
Work of the pressing just begun
When ardently your glance caught mine.
Wine hot-fermented for days.
Gold-beaded nectar you spoke with lips
Bubbling poetic love. From page
And red-juiced ink you bade me sip.
Unsealed was my palate, speech
Of love's sparkling effervescence spread
Romantic smile, blushing my cheeks.
But it soured, and spoiled months ahead.
Laughter's drink spilled, you started
On rougher new vintages which brought
Me gall. Trust wept as we parted.
Taste for fine wine cannot be taught.
a simile poem to love.. a bittersweet as implied...great poem to ponder....10
fine wine is like fine poetry the best changing daily In wording, but at the end It maintains is dignified way In quality and taste. And the fine poet Is like the fine winery The substance he brews formed from the quality in him..................
A beautiful bittersweet poem. Such a promise of ripe, hot days and sweet nectar all with bubbles. Ah! not your cup of wine Fay, but there are always finer vintages elsewhere! 10 love Karin
Summer evenings in the vineyard, beneath a setting sun two lovers taste the fruits of love, sweet wine as red as rum the harvest has been gathered, and the grapes now in decline the taste of love has withered, the last of summers wine
This is a gloriously sensuous poem, with a heart-breaking change of mood. I really enjoyed reading it.
Brilliant imagery and diversity. It wraps love and wine so well together. I enjoyed this one very much. Best Steve
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I like this Fay, your rhymes despite bieng obvious, work very well within this poem you have good eye for detail, and are able to put this accross in your work. stanza 4 was very good, and the poem ended well. Wordslave