Sukha Aloo – dVerse Poetics

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My growing-up world is a map of aromas –

as my little snub nose lifts like a sniffer dog’s

as my beady eyes interrogate the shelves

as my chubby fingers reach out to touch –

cumin, paprika, star anise, cinnamon, cardamom, coriander garam masala…

the list is never ending and exotic to my ears

my heart explodes and my mouth waters in anticipation

at the glories that will dance on my tongue – later

the kitchen will swell with steam and spatter

the pots will bubble, burping explosions of delight into the air

meat will sizzle, onions will sweat, my skin will prickle

and later, much later, so very, very much later

chapati and naan will wipe our plates clean

raita will soothe our burning tongues

and i will save my helping of sukha aloo to the very last

because they are my favourite thing of all


 

Tonight, Grace, our lovely host over at the dVerse pub, invites us to write about scents, aromas, and evoke emotions. For me, the choice was obvious – food!

Oh what a joyous write this was for me, a real step back in time to my childhood of 1970s Birmingham! We lived not too far from a wondrous street called Ladypool Road in Sparkbrook (in the midst of the Balti Triangle), which was an absolute delight to anyone who wanted – no, needed – to buy herbs, spices and other necessary foodstuffs to create real authentic cuisine from around the world (there were and still are brilliant restaurants there too). From my memory, we went there to buy food to make curries – my step-dad would take over the kitchen and create absolutely wonderful food (I hope you can tell I loved it!).

My mum and step-dad took me to an Indian restaurant when I was little (back in the days of the flock wallpaper) – the Indian waiters were all amazed to see a little white girl eat proper curry! I felt very proud of my apparent prowess! I loved being part of the multi-cultural city where I grew up. It was a fantastic education in its own right.

Please do join in dVerse Poetics before the two week summer break – or if you’re feeling shy, at least come and enjoy the wonderful selection of poetry I know you will find there!

 

 

 

 

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Eglentyn – dVerse Quadrille

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I rise, an unwanted memory

fouling your self-serving thoughts

 

I interrupt your daily flow

pricking your smug conscience

 

I stop you in your tracks

like the briar rose snarling

the poorly used path

 

My thorny words remind you –

the mistake was yours to make


 

It’s Quadrille time over on dVerse – a poem of 44 words, no more no less. Such a fun idea! Bjorn, our charming host, as invited us to write thinking about ‘rose’, whether it’s a noun, verb or both. I went for both (at least I used the present tense of ‘rose’, which I think counts 😉

Why not head on over to dVerse and immerse yourself in what the poets have offered up this week? You can always take part yourself too!

Defence -Daily Prompt

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I protect myself with iron

with chain-link, I defend myself

you may not breach the battlements

I do not consent

it’s safer that way

– for me –

I will not take the risk

I will not let you in

hemmed in isolation protects me

from the rest of you

I am still at my own mercy

the most destructive force of all


 

Here’s my entry into the WordPress Daily Prompt, where today’s word is ‘fence’. Please do check in to read other entries!