Ripened sweetness

Filled with sun

Plucked by hand

Caressed in casks

Ferment of generations

Wild growth cultivated

For noble drops

Of dinner pleasure

Yet, nothing is raised to the table

That was not downtrodden

Darkened encased

In a sulphur cellar


For a trifle

Flavouring for life


10th October 2014

©By Andrea Connolly

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