“That’ll do nicely!”

Bottle green cork popped sits
On cloth pure white
Contents warm and breathe
Heady scent of black grape gifts
Angels share anew

Bottle tips and pours
Claret glugs into bulbous glass
Final drop catches and falls
Ripples settle
Leggy wash down glass side crawls

Lifted high to catch the light
Ruby sparkle in diner’s sight
swirling now and contents nosed
Faintest slurp, mouthy wash
“That’ll do nicely”


About The Malt House

A keen amateur photographer and wordsmith, I love the countryside and all that it contains. I live in rural South Shropshire, on the border between England and Wales. I enjoy travel, reading, writing, landscape photography and music.
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