A red. Full-bodied, with a hint of spice,the expert had said.
"Smell it, sip it, roll it around your tongue."
Leaning against cushions, he gazed
into the half filled balloon glass.
Now he could feel
the sun warmed soil,
the gnarled mother vine
that bore luscious purple sons,
taking root,
tenacious,
entwining his thoughts
in a soft grip,
dissolving his blood
in her own...
red, full-bodied,
with a hint of spice.
~~
This poem inspired by a Magpie tales prompt.
ooooooooohhh my, this is incredibly delightful...definitely written by a wine lover..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write, really nicely done!
ReplyDeleteTake Care
Marinela
Short Poems
Ah, the key is that hint of spice!
ReplyDeleteJust love this!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
well done!
ReplyDeleteDonna, Marinela, Tess, Hyper, Isabel: thanks all!
ReplyDeleteEverything's better with a hint of spice ;)
ReplyDeleteA very spicy take on the prompt. Lovely writing.
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to add, thanks for visiting my blog and commenting on my Mag. It's always good to meet another writer.
Paul
Mmmmm . . . spicy!
ReplyDeleteRomantica-effective stuff. Good read. =)
ReplyDeleteRomantica-effective stuff. Good read. =)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Li, Paul, Trellissimo, Steve!
ReplyDeletewell penned.
ReplyDeletelove the sentiments.
thanks Morning!
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