Wine poem
I sat alone drinking a Margaux, Imperiale
by Joan Pond
I sat alone drinking a Margaux, Imperiale.
At three thousand a bottle,
it was described as a classic red
with vanilla-scented nose.
Having a ripe black fruit,
it held a firm and structured finish.
Along with Toll House Cookies
I emptied the bottle,
noting the ruby-red colour staining the sink.
A good wine to drink with dessert,
especially while listening to Beethoven’s Seventh.
The Allegretto was so memorable,
I wondered;
was it the wine or the cookies?
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