My weekend in a sangria glass

I drank all the sangria there was. It was a mighty good sangria.

The waitress came over

and she asked what we wanted to drink

So we told her

Bring us all the sangria there is

But we have 3 different kinds

she said

Poor, innocent soul

Bring them all, we said

All three? she asked

Yes, all three we said

We will drink so much, until it starts running from our eyes

Now that's an image

Isn't it? 

Then the salsa rhythms began

And our sangrian bodies

started moving

to the sounds of Chan Chan

Palms feeling waists

and hips swaying all sides

and bellies touching other

sangria-filled bellies

and dizzy eyes staring at the smoke filled bar

and all you can do is sway and move

and drink and drink and drink

until you start speaking Spanish 

out of nowhere

out of a sangria glass

out of three different sangrias

and suddenly all you can see

is a sangria filled room

with bits of oranges and apples

and some people swimming in it

and your sangria glass becomes one with your hand

and your hand becomes one with the sangria glass

and everyone becomes everyone else

to a massive sangria drink

and everyone is drinking everyone

and Dios mio! Es una loca loca noche! 

Reviews

[Lola_Bee]

ha ha ha this is clever and alluring. a touch of humor makes for a lovely piece. well done

[Marina]

Thank you Lola! :D

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Marina. I need a sangria night.
"and your sangria glass becomes one with your hand
and your hand becomes one with the sangria glass
and everyone becomes everyone else"
I loved the complete poem and the above lines were my favorite. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Marina]

Thank you Coyote. I think everyone needs to establish a sangria night :D
I am glad you enjoyed it!

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy and you are welcome.

[WittyWonka]

Love the image of everyone becoming one with the glass and then indistinguishable. Reminds me of Bruegel's 'Kermis'. I've never had Sangria but I do enjoy stout and the odd red wine.

[Marina]

I wasn't familiar with the painting until now, but I can say what I experienced bared a striking resemblance to it, haha!
Yup, Sangria is my break from beer and plain red wine as well. I shall try to keep it on the low :')

[WittyWonka]

I first saw it after reading William Carlos Williams 'The Dance' for a college poetry class. I think it's known as 'The Peasant Dance' or something like that. Happy you enjoyed the dance and that you have a go to when the wine gets old :)

[Lorry]

Sangria has a habit of doing that to you, so I seem to forget from my past :)
la bebida para bailar, luego caen hacia abajo para.

ps....Thank you Google translate :)

[Marina]

Well, it was the third? time in my life, I drank sangria, now I know why people go nuts over it. :D

[Paul Bell]

Should be ashamed of yourself, getting that sangriad you couldn't stand up.
Mind you, with all the strange costumes over the weekend, you might have been sober thinking you were drunk. Where's the pictures.

[Marina]

hahah, yeah I lost control this time.
We don't really celebrate Halloween here; probably because the situation in Greece is already scary enough as it is :')

[Paul Bell]

Is that why they say, beware of Greeks handing out presents, or something like that.
Are things getting better, cos i need a cheap holiday.

[Marina]

Yes indeed, unless one is particularly fond of wooden horses.
Things are always great + cheap here for holidays, so don't hesitate!

[Paul Bell]

And you do have that big yellow thing in your country.

[Marina]

Yes, that we do. Lots of it!