Consigli DiVini - » My First Glass of Italian Wine (When was Yours?)

This is a response to a previous post I wrote – one that suggested that a glass of Italian wine be drunk as if it’s the first time it’s ever been tasted – as if it’s the last time it ever will be.

I wrote a poem inspired by that, from the point of view of having tried wine for the first time.
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I.

Curious eyes
Trembling fingers
Glass lifted
I linger

Sniff, sniff
Mmmm…
Aaahhh…

To which the grape-red sea replies:
‘I know. I know.
Now, drink me’.
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II.

First sip
and the world goes quiet
baited breath
Will she?
Won’t she?
Will she?
Won’t she?
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III.

My tongue surrenders,
reports a smile to my lips…

This Cheshire cat
is a milk lover
– no longer!

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My invitation to you is to write your own poem or story about your first glass of Italian wine (or any other wine, for that matter). (p.s. your poem doesn’t have to rhyme).

Now, you don’t have to remember what your first time was like. I don’t remember, but I wrote it as I would have liked it to have been.

And even if you do remember, feel free to embellish it with your own imagination. The world didn’t really go quiet when I tried my first glass, but I have the poetic license to make it so! You do, too.

Wine names sound so beautiful, don’t you think? And the histories behind some of them are so interesting. And with so many people who consume and appreciate Italian wine, I’m surprised there aren’t more poems out there!

So join me. Create. Have fun. It’s not about being a great writer – it doesn’t have to be perfect - in fact, let it not be! It’s just about exploring your imagination and expressing yourself.

If you do give it a go and choose to share what you’ve written, I’d be happy to read it. Send an email to thenamepoet (at) gmail (dot) com

Ciao!

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