Poems by Inchiki


The Lament of a Wine Taster

And holding Syrah's wine up to this nose
I gently swilled to to and fro the cup
Then slurped it lightly as the fashion goes
Past jaws and gullet for interior deep
To strike the gong and wake the poet's sleep
But what if crotchety he breaks repose?
And only thoughts better not brought up
Should swim into my empty mind - oh no!
"Wet dog!" I cry "this wine smells like a hound!
Or some old bone left lying on the ground!"
And truthfully I speak, but it's not thought well
To admit a wine can have an ordinary smell
Must fruit and flower burst from each bouquet?
My speech is strangled by this branded poetry!

27 Watt  2005