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1 May
A poem, written in the pub - if not over a malt - yesterday, because of seeing* :
How would you talk about the liquid of whisky.....? Is there a word you would say, or a formula or a poem, or what? pic.twitter.com/ffwPYUE1Fw
Thank you, @wildandmagic ! - I have written my first poem this year, soon on my blog... Called (after Burns) To a Dram.
— THE AGENT APSLEY (@THEAGENTAPSLEY) April 30, 2013
Here goes:
To a Dram
Note one thing :
These words,
The water of life,
Are not
Metaphor,
Simile,
Analogy,
Allegory...
No, a direct
Statement
Of pure fact,
Pure as barley
As water
As living yeast,
Which drives
Sugar to thrive
Huge vessels
Whose real size
Defies our mind
(All those litres !)
Cannot contain
The breath of God,
A holy embrace
That blossoms
'Volatile', we say,
'Mercurial'
And all of these –
And none – is Scotch…
© Copyright Belston Night Works 2013
End-notes
* This should be, for those in the know, 'an embedded Tweet', but Pratter tells me that I'm not authorized** - pretty rough Version, The Agent, not the Authorized Version...
** In fact, I now see that '@WildAndMagic's account is protected'. How lovely !
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