Ellen Storm

Writing the White and Purple Coats

A Peculiar Pleasure


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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