While I was in Portugal earlier this month, I read a local news story about a tragic loss of thousands of liters of red wine due to a storage tank collapse. And in an odd coincidence, I just spotted a poem in the excellent online poetry magazine Light about the wine flood. Written by Julia Griffin, “Marooned”, offers a poetic take on the unexpect wine cascade in little São Lourenço.
Marooned
by Julia Griffin
In quaint São Lourenço, no angels will tread:
The streets are all streaming with Portugal Red.
You’d think that the heart of the village had bled,
But no! It’s a river of Portugal Red.
The wine, like the story, has steadily spread;
Our reading is dripping with Portugal Red;
Levira’s the wellspring, the grand fountainhead
Of ruddy and rubicund Portugal Red.
Fly in and mop up what the vintners have shed!
Come soak yourself silly in Portugal Red!
Or if you want sherry, try Jerez instead,
And skip this importunate Portugal Red.
Travel Between The Pages 
My husband was in tears.
What an incredible incident and poem!