Tuesday, April 1, 2014

If wine is bottled poetry

If wine is bottled poetry
frost on the vine, bare earth
pruners, frozen-fingered
wild garlic's white lace trails
poppies, bumble bees
first grapes sun
swelling, scissors
bucket barrel vat
crush and squeeze
love and expertise
and in the end, Keat's beaded bubbles
winking at the brim
the warm south  
bottled
if wine is poetry

March 22nd 2014,  Gloucester to Exeter train 

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