“There’s many a slip ‘twixt the cup and the lip”
She sniffs as she sips her Shiraz.
I look at
White carpet, glass table, wine cups, wine bottle,
Finding it cringe-making
A recipe for disaster
“There’s many a good tune played on an old fiddle”
(A sly grin)
“I’m a poet, with flowers of all things.”
I fear she is about to produce
A slim volume of tedious verse
“A Peck of March Dust and a Shower in May”.
“There’s many a man has more hair than wit.
Bless ’em all,
The long and the short and the tall”
I want to die, my hair this colour
From weeks (it feels like) of her conversation.
Outside, rain falling on already saturated ground
Makes the earth heavy.
I think of Neptune’s son, Ancaus
And the lesson he taught us:
“Drink your wine, before fighting a bore.”
Notes: Today’s prompt was to take a common phrase or saying, put the first three words into a search engine, and use words or phrases from the results to inspire a poem.