Blog, Quadrille Fine Wine – A Quadrille by Christine Bolton • May 20, 2019 • 11 Comments Fine Wine Rich dark soilof the rolling hillsgave birth to ancient vines Blessed by priests in springfor a bountifulharvest time Forever at the mercyof fickle elements Let us pray for clustersof plump fruitFor the making ofour fine wine Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Kim for Writing in Northerlies Norfolk is hostingMonday Quadrille at D'Verse PoetsTonight she has asked us to take any meaning, formor compound of the word richA Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excludingthe title. Share this:EmailPrintLike this:Like Loading...
Amen, sister!
Lol! Great minds think alike 🙂
It does sound good! Too early for wine here right now, but later. . .
I would love to taste such wine.
🙂 it sounds good doesn’t it?
That’s one wealth I look forward to each evening.
Lol! Cheers Paul 💕
Rich soil equals fine wine! Well done!!
Thanks Dwight!
You’ve captured the rich earthiness of soil and wine in this quadrille, Christine, and painted a lovely landscape too.
Thank you Kim 🙂