Champagne Poem from Club Member

A Member Poem on Champagne

Champagne! This poem was sent to us by one of our members (since 1999!), Bruce Guernsey. You can check out his website at Bruce is also the editor of The Spoon River Poetry Review. Enjoy!

By B. Guernsey

In dark cellars
the new wine sleeps
all winter
like a beautiful fish
in each green bottle,
and in the spring
when the sap rises
in the vineyards near Reims
the fins move again:
bubbles schooling
at the long corks
as if remembering
the season's swim,
the sun's honey
with sweetness again
on the chalk slopes
the red and gold skins,
the new pinots and chardonnay
on the vines again
like roe.