Saturday, April 13, 2024

A Humble Peppercorn

 






A Humble Peppercorn



I am about to write an ode

to a humble peppercorn, 

once bought and sold like gold.

It is tickly to the tongue,

burns like fire at the back of the throat.

Also note: when ground, it makes a crackliing sound.

Turns into powder black,

or grey, when mixed with salt,

a pretty colour, 

which makes me think of tweed

rough to the touch

tough to wear for too long but not to the point

where it’ll make you bleed.

Now, where was I?

Yes, black pepper, not grey tweed.

My mind, when freed, goes to strange places.

So, peppercorn, in some cases, was given as dowry, tax or rent.

Black pepper oil has warm, earthy and even flowery scent. 

Not at all unpleasant, though it can burn 

the skin, if used straight.

It should always be diffused.

Now you have all you need to make

soups, stews and sauses, or even 

bake

a carrot cake.





GloPoWriMo Day 13 - senses and rhymes







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