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Syrah

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Pungent purple perfume
assaults the senses.

Cool, smooth liquid
rolls onto the tongue.

Sharp acrid tang
flows across the palate
and slides down the oesophagus,
coating the inside of the throat
with dark crimson inebriation.

“Why,”
she puzzles,
“does anyone enjoy
drinking
rotten
grape juice?”

 

 

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Day Twenty-Seven:  Write a poem that explores your sense of taste!

 

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Jars of Clay

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Those words
branded you
as soon as they left your lips
and all manner of chaos
flew about our heads.

Unlike Pandora
you left the jar empty.

Cursing the groom,
you stormed away from the feast
and missed the finest wine
this side of heaven.

 

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Notes on Clay Jars

Pandora’s “box” was actually a large jar (poor translation made it a “box”)
which was generally used for storing wine, oil, water or grain.

These same type of jars were used for water in Israel.  At a family wedding Mary confided to Jesus that the wine was finished long before the party was.  She told the servants to do everything Jesus instructed them to do.  He had them fill the large jars with water, dip some out and take it to the master of the banquet.  When he tasted the wine the servants brought him, he called the bridegroom aside and said, “Everyone brings out the choice wine first and then the cheaper wine after the guests have had too much to drink; but you have saved the best till now.”

And Paul, in 2 Corinthians, says “we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves.”