Most carnal pleasures are forbidden me
My bed is cold and lonely as a tomb
Never will I a naked maiden see
Nor see my son spring from her fertile womb
But food and drink I can enjoy with glee
In vino veritas: in wine there's truth
From its license, only a fool would flee
To save his secrets for confession's booth
Wine, we believe, can become blood divine
And Our Lord made it of wedding water
If I could make of rain a claret fine
I'd have no time to wish I had a daughter
I have no way to work a miracle
To wine I can pay tribute lyrical
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for April 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/ The image that this poem was specifically written about can be found here. (April 2024 – Gerrie Paino's “Night Train”) https://i0.wp.com/www.rattle.com/ekphrasis/EC24Apr.jpg?ssl=1
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Once again! Beautifully written with thought-instilling phrases.
"But food and drink I can enjoy with glee". That line is the story of my life hehehehe. Loved your poem!
Well done.
Another great one! There's something incredibly haunting about a bed being as lonely as a tomb. There's only space for one. Beautiful poem!
As ravishing as a full, excellent meal, this poem offers a platter of greatness with wine and good fortune. It brings together the thoughts of creating goodness. As it drips with an abundance of imagery, this makes for a delicious offering that sates tastes and makes the mind want more and more.