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.
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