The wine, decanted,
with amber temper:
even with a twist of lemon,
still left taste of timber.
A shout of carefree pleasure
or just hair-of-the-dog,
it had the wings to chase me
around in the fog.
By Phillip Thrift from Poetical Bits
This is a jigsaw poem. I will post one a day. Thanks to all who are taking part.
5 comments:
Very lyrical. I like how the first stanza focuses on taste and the second on emotion.
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This poem makes the most of each word. It forces you to read it slowly and savor it like that first sip of wine.
A great tribute to a wine that tastes of "timber." This is tightly written. well done
Great!
Thanks for the nice comments. Readers can sometimes see more in a poem than the author thought of when written!
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