From NaPoWriMo :
"Poets have been writing about love and wine, wine and love, since . . . well, since the time of Anacreon, a Greek poet who was rather partial to that subject matter. Anacreon developed a particular meter for his tipsy, lovey-dovey verse, but Anacreontics in English generally do away with meter-based constraints. Anacreontics might be described as a sort of high-falutin' drinking song. So today I challenge you to write about wine-and-love. Of course, you may have no love of wine yourself, in which case you might try an anti-Anacreontic poem."
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Don't Ask Me What I Mean
or a poem of another life
by Dot Hearn
To measure my love in wines -
Red wines for the intense times,
White wines for the frivolous
or hot days with scarlet lips.
I counted you among me -
By glass and stem without vines,
Left empty like the bottles.
Corks popped, contents drunk, happy.
We danced the red of sunset -
We drank the clear moon's starlight,
We emptied bottled passions.
Mornings washed away regrets.
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