Wine

Composed for February Poetry Adventure Day 19 Prompt - Wine

The vineyard is in disarray,
Grapes are in protest,
Refusing to be reduced,
Fermented or brewed.
They are willing themselves to rot,
Declining to part with, 
Their essence, natural form.

The wine is growing old,
while witnessing the 
existential angst
of its origins,
numb with rejection,
spectator to the 
trouble stirring 
of its unapologetic youth.

The soil and the weather 
are conferring,
contemplating interference,
readying themselves 
to participate in the
unpredictable becoming,
The vintner, aghast. 

Chaos has ensued, 
within the vines 
and the crew,
Blame has shifted, 
No answers,
while the subterfuge
is being painfully removed.

Flavours await submersion,
Wine fears extinction,
Grapes have awakened
to the possibilities
with resistance,
questioning powers,
dismissing reduction.

Balance and consistency
Bereft of a foundation
Are roaming headless, 
Grapevines intending to awreak,
Lest they are left with furphies, 
to their utter dismay 
as the only legacy.

The barrels and racks,
are now fearing 
a similar prophecy 
unfolding,
discussions with 
their own elements,
progressing.  

Time and trees
are observing from afar,
No strangers to change,
No guilt, no shame, 
In witnessing the games of 
The powerful, dealing with the 
now not-so-silent links in the chain.

There's no dearth of voices,
loud, or silenced, or hesitant whispers 
converting the noise 
to choices,
Disruption was noticed,
Alerted by the fear of
being overthrown.
 
Threatened by the nemesis,
of unbridled powers,
Grapes have convened,
organized crime 
of self-destructive vices,
working together, for now,
suffices. 

Not a wine glass, but we will assume it’s Whiskey ;) Created with black micron pen and white gel pen by yours truly in toned paper sketchbook on 26.01.2025, based on an image of original artwork on Pinterest

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