With just a hint of despair
The plum notes contain certain madness
that releases when it breathes the air
The body is quite melancholy
It lingers with a pronounced dread
To drink it would be total folly
Let it age well like any good red
When you try it, I'm sure you'll agree
It has a distinctive bouquet
that tickles the nose with ennui
from terroir with a subtle dismay
Grown on a most morose vine
These grapes make a very fine w(h)ine.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Challenge, All In the Family in which we were to ask for a poetic first line from a family member and then write the rest of the poem. This first line came from my daughter, Baby Mouse (17).
5 comments:
nice...your daughter came up with a cool line on her own...i like where you took it as well...i can only take so much w(h)ine...
I like her opening line! (but I'll pass on the w(h)ine!)
This is such a fun read. However, I do note the sonnet form and clever rhymes which mean that this is a technically skilled poem, and must have taken a lot of time to get as perfect as this is.
LOL! feel better?
have a holiday with a glass filled to the brim with the w(h)ine of your choice.
give yourself a gift, be kind to yourself, mi amiga
felicidades!
Baby Mouse did well! I too notice the clever way you did this~
Cheers Lolamouse and yes, there is plenty of w(h)ine going around-I'm afraid! I loved your poem~
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