CONCERTO FOR FLUTE AND HARPIE

by Anton Wills-Eve


<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/glass/”>Glass

How the other other half quaffs

CONCERTO FOR FLUTE AND HARPIE

A Duke stood posing, glass in hand,

Glass fashioned out of burning sand

Yet able to hold cubes of freezing ice

And ice cold drinks chilled in a trice

 

In champagne flutes, oh purest gems

Of the glass blowers’ skill, their stems

So thin yet still so strong and glowing

Filled full of wine sparklingly flowing

 

From hands to throats for the idle rich

To toast their host and his young witch,

Who knew why each guest gave a wish,

Champagne can herald any gourmet dish

 

And would be served on plates of glass

In a marquee pitched on the ducal grass

Of their Graces’ beautifully mown lawn

Where the guests would revel until dawn

 

Then, caring for neither him nor his wife,

Glasses were refilled, silver fork and knife

Sought morsels only eaten but once a year

While enjoying upper classes glasses’ cheer.

AWE

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