Twelfth day of this year’s National Poetry Writing Month. Today’s’ prompt (optional, as always). Poets have been writing
about love and wine, wine and love, since . . . well, since the time of Anacreon, a Greek poet who
was rather partial to that subject matter. Anacreon developed a particular
meter for his tipsy, lovey-dovey verse, but Anacreontics in English generally
do away with meter-based constraints. Anacreontics might be described as a sort
of high-falutin’ drinking song. So today I challenge you to write about
wine-and-love. Of course, you may have no love of wine yourself, in which case
you might try an anti-Anacreontic poem.
I am participating in A to Z Challenge 2014
where we write 26 posts in a month each day on one word from A to Z barring
Sunday's. Today's word is "K".
Source: Google Images
Wine,
It’s simply divine,
White, purple, red or green
In all colours it holds its sheen
Long years it survives,
With age you improvise
It proves, the older
The things it gets better
Comes packed with a cork tight
Chilled is how, white is served right
Most wine
When they dine
Never to be contained
In one goblet
Best with cheese ate
Goes with it
Like bread with butter
It’s healthy either
Traveled with men since nomad
Often held in Jeroboam
As they broke in a jig
Of a symphonic poem
They took a swig
~KARAN
herebelow are my friends and co-bloggers
who are also participating in NapoWrimo:
http://andiwrite.com/ – Count
http://janakinagaraj.com/ - Janaki
http://jaibalarao.com/ - Jaibala
http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya
http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan
http://juztamom.blogspot.in/ - Sfurti
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