It’s nice to call at friends for a cuppa, especially if it’s in the English tradition, with a tea pot, bone china cups and saucers, the host saying “shall I be mum ?”.
There is pleasure to be found in the simple act of meeting for morning coffee, passing the time catching up amidst the rich aroma of freshly ground coffee beans.
For men the world over the act of going out with a mate for “a couple of pints” is an occasion to be looked forward to.
But for me, two people sharing a bottle of wine is always a special thing. It seems to encompass all of the above. There is ritual like afternoon tea, there is the joy of imbibing alcohol with someone close and the relaxing sense of comfort that brings and finally the casual air of the coffee shop.
To Take Wine
Two glasses and a bottle stand on their table alter,
the faint scent of wine, a frail elixir to be savoured,
reverently poured by a friend who does not falter,
filling ritual tools with nectar, Merlot flavoured,
that demands pause before it is raised to the lips,
where communion is found between gentle sips.