poetry in hands

poetry in hands

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Bouquet du Vin

Rondeau

Bouquet du Vin

Bouquet du Vin is all that’s left
The crystal cut glass now bereft
An empty bowl devoid of wine
Drunk in haste by a friend of mine
With smelling he couldn’t be effed
At drinking wine he is most deft
Quaffing or sniffing never cleft
Intoxicating smells from vines
Bouquet du Vin
Alluring aromas they weft
Raising his glass as if to heft
Nostrils awash with citrus fine
To smell is human, drink divine
To waste drinking time would be theft
Bouquet du Vin

Mike O’Leary February 2016

A Rondeau on the theme of wine tasting. 
Your round I think.

1 comment:

  1. A Rondeau on the theme of wine tasting. Your round I think...

    ReplyDelete