Oeno-File, the Wine & Gastronomy Column

by Frank Ward

THE BOTTLE OF WINE – a poem by Chris Bell

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The label and the bottle appear fine

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Aged with a comforting conservative look

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The hard-paid price reassuringly high

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wine-foodBut what of this blood-red wine?

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It’s from the best terroir I am told

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And regarded as fine

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But will it linger on the tongue

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Or travel, or help unravel

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The complexities of life?

 

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We cannot know until it’s opened

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And all its outward promise checked

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By each and every supper guest

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Visiting for such a short time

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Always looking for the best

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To prove the worth of every open-ended corkscrewed birth

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At least its life-blood is poured carefully

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Glass by patient glass

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What comments will they pass?

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All agree it’s fine

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Now that we’ve breathed some life

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Into the wine.

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June 2016.

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Chris Bell lives in Kent, England, and is a member of the Walmer Poetry Club. He is also a noted photographer (www.chrisbellphotogallery.com).

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