Remembering.
The loud tick of my pine-clock slowed
as I sipped old wine,
remembering the fun of raiding hedgerows
and carrying home
bags that dripped spots of summer
from scarlet-ripe fruits
*
*
spurting long before being crushed into
juice as I gently,
like a good midwife, tried birthing with
coddle a new honey brew
and bottled in well-stirred batches
went browny-thick stew
*
*
which labelled and dated I surveyed
very proudly before
storing where in cool cellar my babies
half forgotten stood
burping loudly with turbulent froth
urging maturity.
*
*
Now desperation blurs my horizon
and trying the flavour when
fermented chatter had grown silent
I heard whisper its magic,
reviving past honeymoon bliss
in wine's hazy allure
*
*
as berried hands linked memory's
laughter while dipping
together we mixed excitement in
slurry's tomorrows and
bottles slept until time woke
war-widowed gloom
*
*
now tasting first grateful glass
of clear nectar I toasted,
in unhurried nostalgia its action
while listening to bursts
of alchemic liquidy-redness
still singing our tune.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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A fine write Fay. They'll shoot me though - I keep adding water to their tipples. I tell them it saves them money, cos it will last longer, but they don't see it that way. They just spit out the diluted tipple with a 'Bleeuurgghhh!' lol. There's no helping some people. heehee.
Certainly true Orchi - some folk will never be helped - -glad you enjoyed the read.
Beautiful write Fay and it brings back so many memories. I used to make wine from the collected fruits of the countryside. I can still see my kids faces as they said "Oh no, we're not going out collecting elder flowers again are we Dad!"
Ha - - - yes Goldi I remember those trips with children too - - they never liked their fingers too sticky or getting stung by nettles - but they loved the elderberry cordial we used to make - thanks for raising more memories dear friend.
It's a Memory Lane Day!
Excellent Fay
It sure is Andrew - memories are precious as long as we do not live in the past too much. Grateful thanks for the visit and read.
Another fine write Fay.
Bless you and thanks Michael.
absolutely delicious & heady .. a more than fine poem to warm our cockles on a cold winters eve...... I raise my glass to you Fay.. another splendid poem & true..... Neville
Bless you for all your fine comments dear Neville - glad you enjoyed the piece - have one for the road on me...........
absolutely....
HOME BREWED WINE ! Nectar of the Gods ~ well perhaps sometimes ! It stirred many memories for your readers ! Like all Human Beings from time to time I am often bequeathed a Bottle of Home Brew ! In my experience most are impotable and deteriorate (or explode !) with time. Being a Chemist I have two ways of rendering such beverages potable & useful.
1. I can distil them (illegally ?) which produces neat ETHANOL (Alcohol 100%) which can be used in cooking etc !
2. I filter them through a water softener or a Column of Alumina (Aluminium Oxide) which removes all the "Bitter Principles" and renders Jungle Juice ~ Blander but much more potable ! Angela's PAPA is a Wine Merchant (RIOJA) and we often visit the Vineyards and perhaps more than anyone ~ We know that WINE MAKING is much more than a BLACK ART !
Love through Poetry ~
BRIAN & ANGELA🧡🧡🧡🧡
Yes unless it went wrong a bottle of home-made is nectar Brian - -- your handling of the former intrigues my non-informed mind - but sincere thanks for reading and commenting on my efforts at walking down Memory Lane.
Just visited this page again.. just because I can.. bit of a guilty pleasure really.... N
Ah - - never feel guilty when re-reading my verbose scribble dear friend. Grateful thanks for your close interest and kind support...... F.
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