We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

6.4.25

Lemongrass

 

Not my favourite. I like vibrant, 

tangy – sweet or sour or salt or 

bitter, but with some bite, some

charge, some depth, some actual 

flavour. Lemongrass is dry, weak,

barely even there. It pitter-patters 

along the edges of mouth and tongue, 

scarcely noticed at all. I crave a taste 

that yells or sings, jumps up, waves

eager arms: ‘Here I am; savour me, 

roll me all over your palate, close 

your eyes in bliss, let me excite you!




NaPoWriMo 2025, Day Six.



8 comments:

  1. Is this really about food? I sense not. :)

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    1. Oh yes, it really is! I'm just very sensual in all sorts of ways.

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  2. love how you used pitter-patter, and it reminded me of my recent experience with lemongrass

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  3. I quite like lemongrass, Rosemary, especially as I have to keep away from spicy food these days, but your description is familiar. I especially love the phrase ‘pitter-patters along the edges of mouth and tongue’.

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    1. Obviously a lot of people must like it better than I do. But I had fun expressing my dislike.

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