
Walking the vineyard
Early that morning
Wine fermented air
In the day dawning
A table waited
Laden with mounds
Of the deepest
Sweet rounds
There sparkled a diamond
Brighter than the dew
“My love,” you knelt smiling,
“I’ve a grape to pick with you.”
dVerse Poets Pub : Quadrille # 125 – In Praise of the Grape
Tonight at dVerse bar Linda serves us some wine to prompt our taste buds to verse the quadrille.
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title. It must include the prompt word wine. Muse was in a silly mood.
National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 5