Hot stew

You’re my chili for a chilly day
with cinnamon in season;
your ginger is the reason —
   why I stay.

You stir my stew with thyme and sage
and spice me with your fingertips;
but if you drizzle me
with pepper kisses —
   I might explode.

Spice Shelf from Wikimedia

Quadrille today with Mish at dVerse with the given word being spice. A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words and has to include the given word. Join us at 9.PM CET. Mine tends to be more light heartened than some of my normal poetry.

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September 25, 2017

34 responses to “Hot stew”

  1. That’s a great poem, Björn. I truly enjoyed “pepper kisses” and “spice me with your fingertips.” 🙂

  2. I can’t quite go with cinnamon in chili, but in chili cook-offs, I’m sure it makes an appearance. Nice transition from the culinary to the sensual. People who love to eat are more passionate; according to Liz Taylor.

  3. I like the variety of spices and how you used them to stir up some fun. I have used cinnamon in a turkey chile with white beans…delicious.

  4. I love the line “spice me with your fingertips”. It gives me two distinctly different images simultaneously.

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