Ellen Storm

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A Peculiar Pleasure

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A little “workshop poem” from a recent Poetry School Saturday Session:

 

A Peculiar Pleasure

 

It was a peculiar pleasure, but

she repeated it – again and again –

the next night, and the next.

 

It was meant to be a stir-fry:

a bit of brown rice – a few veg –

quite bland really. Healthy.

 

It was only when she felt the fire

licking up her nose – exploding –

behind her eyeballs

 

that she understood: she had made

red jungle curry – extra hot –

with three organic chillis. Unlabelled.

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