Anthocyanin Angel,
silky soak of sanity,
the beveled glass
levels me; it steadies
after each cerise sip.
A blissful brook,
a pencil’s tip,
a chambré stream,
wine sharpens me,
smooths worry’s wrinkles,
decants the divine,
rewinds the loop-de-loops
of tangled vine inside my mind.
“Red Shoes and Red Wine” Sally Ruddy
Linda invited us this evening to write a dVerse’ Quadrille about one of my favorite topics, wine. So, how could I resist? Join us.
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Ooooo. Some truly luscious word choices here! Delicious.
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Thank you, Whimsy. I am quite passionate about wine.
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I really like the tangle of “vine inside my mind” K!
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Thanks, Rob. Enjoyed a glass of wine and all of these Quadrilles this evening.
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Hi there- I sent you an email.
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Thank you, Linda. Much appreciated.
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What an absolutely lovely poem! Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you kindly, Linda. I was tired after today, but when I saw the topic, I couldn’t resist. Prost!
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A smooth and slippery ride. 🙂
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Every time. Thank you.
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Oh, this is so smooth, it just glides downs.
“decants the divine,
rewinds the loop-de-loops
of tangled vine inside my mind”
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Great sounds and rhymes, like chewing a grape.
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One hell of a good poem, Karen. Written by someone who knows the charms of the fruit of the vine. I also love that song. Randomly heard The Civil Wars on a Chieftains album and was blown away by how good their voices are.
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Thanks, Lisa. I just recently found The Civil Wars, and I couldn’t believe how lovely their music was, especially live. Appreciate you reading and commenting.
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You’re very welcome!
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love the word play in this, esp the loop-de-loops; a lovely ode to my favorite drink: red wine; one of the side benefits of your poems is it sends me to the dictionary discovering new words 🙂
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You have thrown some fancy words into your red wine poem! Reminds me of the song that goes,…”Bottle of wine fruit of the vine,When you gonna let me cross over…”
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Isn’t hard to elevate wine as it has so much interesting history and properties. Thank you for reading and commenting, Dwight,
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You are right! It is as old as time itself. You are welcome!
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Well said!
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Thank you, kindly.
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“the bevelled glass levels me” I could feel that line!! Enjoyed the journey down the “blissful brook” with you here! 🍷
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Thank you, Tricia. Cheers!
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A ruby paring of poem and image! I love the sibilance in ‘silky soak of sanity’, the internal rhyme of ‘bevelled glass levels me’ , and the play on ‘a pencil’s tip’ and ‘wine sharpens me’! I often have tangled vine in my head, even without wine!
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It’s all been said, but you do beautifully capture that chilled out feeling that a good wine can give you.
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It’s so interesting to read all of these responses to wine and find out that most are exactly the opposite to mine. But how beautifully you describe it!
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THAT is REALLY well written. Seriously, KH.
❤
David
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Thank you ever so much, David. 🍷
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I wish wine would do all those things for me, or at least smooth worry’s lines!
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Ha! Yes, well, I think the quiet of post-bedtime also helps smooth those lines. The quietest part of my day is usually coupled with wine. 🙂
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Aww, this is such a good pouring of words. Just love the phrase…”silky soak of sanity” and the interesting irony of it all as wine sharpening one’s mind, smoothing out the wrinkles…
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Thank you, Mish. Really appreciate your kind words.
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