Wine is bottled poetry.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Wine intoxicates as does a good poem.
Try reading Shakespeare’s sonnets
or Frost’s “The Road Not Taken”
or Denise Levertov’s “Primary Wonder”
without losing your balance or
becoming giddy, perhaps insecure in speech.
I know the ancient wisdom: “In wine there is truth” –
In vino veritas!
But, in due respect, Mr. Stevenson,
is not poetry bottled wine,
rather than wine being bottled poetry?
As you may surmise
I am currently reading poetry
with a half-empty bottle of wine nearby.