Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Home Grown

Draft poem

Home Grown

Those Tuscan types were lean and mean.
Trained at altitude their broody clusters
hung below the vines with attitude.

So slick and sleek - the Jets and Sharks
of viticulture - but destined for a gory end.
For when next they feel warmth they’ll hint

of summer berries, spices, smokey
tannins - possess a gorgeous finish.
But you, my blousy dears - raised under

glazed northern light - you will not age.
No, the sweet, sanguine juice that you
ooze will be pressed and quaffed today.

(picture worked up Photoshop from one of my Tuscany photos)


Blogger PI said...

Do you have vines? Cheers!

3:53 pm  
Blogger Jan said...


10:53 pm  
Blogger Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

's'funny, can't think why I am suddenly overcome by the need for a glass of chianti...

10:26 am  
Blogger apprentice said...

Glad you all liked it. They did look really skinny and well toned compared to my lush girls.

It probably needs a bit of work still, lol!

I think they were Brunello grapes.

11:36 am  
Blogger Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

Now that's rich. That was bursting with chin-dribbling goodness and my senses immediately picked up on reading it - I could taste it and smell it. Am I the only one who thought of balls at the end of the first verse? I love how you've put Italian machismo in there. That was a feast, that poem. I loved it. I'm going to copy and keep it because it captures some essence of the grape in a way that had never occurred to me.

Bravo, Anna! That was excellent and definitely one of my favourites.

12:34 pm  
Blogger apprentice said...

Thanks Sam, and I meant balls BTW, we Scots always think dirty lol!

2:15 pm  
Blogger Shameless said...

Oh, I love this. Evokes lots of stuff. I read it with the music that played automatically, from your previous post, so the experience was magical. Wow. You lion is also looking lovely in the sidebar ... the red is so majestic and strong! :-)

1:48 am  
Blogger apprentice said...

Thanks Shameless. It was fun to do. It was a good trip, I got three poems out of it and possibly one more.

I'll make the circle link clickable when I get a mo.

1:28 pm  
Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

A perfect little poem. Well crafted. I have enjoyed catching up with ye - a trip to Tuscany, and the movies, a northern garden, Alex (what a gem of a poem he wrote) ... have you fing shued your head yet? Love that!

10:04 pm  
Blogger Lucy said...

Oh my, I feel quite guilty about their gory end now! (But not too guilty...)Delicious poem.
The Seachd film sounds interesting, not much chance of getting to see it here though; I sat and listened to the music watching you flickr display going round and round, really lovely.

11:18 am  
Blogger apprentice said...

Thank you both for the kind words.
I heard a R4 programme on Berstein and the words just wrote themselves after that. I love West Side story.

1:01 pm  

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