Spice box

A poem

Ode to the box of spices in our pantry:

A dusty sweet aroma
Billows from the spice box
Rising tendrils of lemongrass
Laced with star anise
Jungles and galaxies
Clouds of sweet cinnamon blush
I rummage ripped card boxes
Jostle clinking jars
Cardamom, cloves
In crinkling bags, clipped closed
Cayenne spikes the sinuses
Ginger, fennel, curry powders, cumin
Earthy, zesting, zinging delights
Mind-sparking
All-engulfing
Savour the lungful
Secure the lid and the treasures within
My soul ignited

B Philippe

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