The Battle of Wine: Truly Old School
My blog has been light on the poetry, as of late. Perhaps it’s because I haven’t written any in months and haven’t even been reading any. (Shame, shame, I know, letting that M.A. sit on the shelf like that.)
However, a couple weeks ago, Gillian–a fellow 451 Press blogger–fulfilled a promise to me about a Medieval poem: “La bataille des vins”. Check out that link to read about her interpretation.
A fun little snippet:
The wine of Argentueil was as clear as tears of sorrow, and someone proclaimed it best of all. This led to tussles and some name-calling. My favourite insult, wine to wine, was “son of a gluttonous prostitute.�
Meanwhile, I promise to at least think about writing more poetry of my own.
poetry about wine, Medieval poems



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