She brings me
mandarin liqueur,
the fruit grown
in her own garden.
I pour it into
a crystal sherry glass.
(All my liqueur glasses
are broken or lost – except
the one I keep as a chalice
in my travelling altar:
a sandalwood box with also
a tiny dagger, incense,
a round white stone,
a small quartz point,
a woven cloth
to set them out on…)
The texture is lush, the taste
bursts on the roof of my mouth
both rich and delicate, spicy
and sweet. I breathe it in.
Sharing with dVerse Open Link Night #388 And, as I was late that time and most people missed it, again at Open Link Night #392.
Cheers! Thanks for sharing that sensory experience of the madarin liqueur.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Grace. My pleasure!
DeleteA sensory delight! I don't think I've ever had mandarin liqueur.
ReplyDeleteI had never had it before. I think it may have been my friend's own recipe.
DeleteA lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteDelighted you enjoyed it!
DeleteHow delicious that sip seems and a wonderful glimpse of your cheers moment - Jae
ReplyDeleteOne of the most delicious things I've ever tasted!
DeleteRituals and treasures, the loving ornaments of life!
ReplyDeleteOh, such a lovely way to put it!
DeleteOh my goodness, I needs me some of this mandarin elixir!! *smacks lips*
ReplyDeleteI think we all do! But not generally available and I don't know the recipe.
DeleteSounds like a tasty potion. Perhaps, it could heal our weary hearts.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly helped in the moment!
DeleteSome things are only memories packed in that traveling altar - but there's a chalice to recall it and this poem to say it.
ReplyDeleteThank you; so beautifully put.
DeleteA delightful sip, Rosemary!
ReplyDeleteSmile. Glad you enjoyed.
DeleteThis is sounds so taste... love the little details in the paranthesis...
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you! I'm glad to know the parenthesis worked.
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