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.