The Cork

OK, some people might know this already but I am trying to develop my writing skills and am currently attending an evening class on Creative Writing at CityLit, and I am pleased to share with the World the following work:

The Cork

Taken from the rack, dusted gently off, and placed reverently on the table cloth;

Waiters Friend in hand, approach task tenderly, release the blade and slowly glide the sharp edge round the neck;

Remove the penny sized foil top, inspect for travel damage, all ok;

Blade snapped back into place, set free the brace arm, and open the screw;

Hand steady, holding it like a key, find the centre, gently insert the point and twist once to gain purchase;

Bottle held still in one hand, whilst the other turns the screw, once, twice, three times, just far enough in;

Brace the arm on the lip, slowly apply strength to handle and pull;

One more turn will do it;

With a sudden burst of energy the cork departs the neck with a gentle “plop”;

Unwind the cork, slide your fingers over its smooth strong polished cylinder;

Feel the rough edge where the purchase was gained;

Imagine the time and thought taken by the wine-grower to select this cork for his labour of love;

Hold one end too your nose, slowly inhale the woody mealy smell, like grain left over at the mill;

The other end, still slightly damp, glows the colour of a garnet summer sun setting;

Your nose twitches as you inhale the sweet aromatic perfume of lavender and allspice;

Conjuring up memories of rural France and sun drenched vine yards;

The hard work done, the cork is placed on the table, just in case…….