To dispel any myths that my last few poems are typical of my style here is a quirky one from about 2004. My local bar was a place were over a period of time I wrote songs and poems either alone or with friends. This poem was ‘born’ from the fact that one evening I caught sight of a bottle of Argentinian red wine called Finca Flichman. It immediately started to create an image in my mind and I thought about two characters meeting and producing a child. Jacob refers to the Australian white wine called Jacob’s Creek and despite the poem’s simple and quirky nature you can read deeper meanings into it. As my professor of English, Fred Price, once said ‘It’s more than and other than’. Any ideas? Lets have some comments.
One from the Vine
Finca Flichman arrives
Full bodied, fruity
Wearing red.
Casts a cursory glance
Watching, waiting for Jacob to arrive.
The air is heavy
Anticipation abounds already.
Corked her Creek emerges
Out of the light
Ready for the dark
The crimson temptress
Awaiting.
Lying in wait from the rack
She raises her eyes
Smiles.
Pouring over her Jacob’s Creek
Falls for her charms
Months later Rosé is born
Ambition is a dream with a V8 engine. 
‘More than and other than’ ? What was Fred on. Nice idea though. Guess Rose is 7 now – they get better with age!
I can’t remember when I first heard him use the phrase. It might have been when we were discussing the book Points of View an Anthology of Short Stories. Still like the image it creates.
This poem is great. I love that a randy bottle of red & a wicked bottle of white created a baby rose…
Well it was written in a pub after a few beers. Just the way my imagination works sometimes 🙂
They should have produced a babycham…
Reminds me of the TV commercial!