Mulling spices

~ paeansunplugged
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Honeyed mellifluous words tinged with paprika
drip from your crushed cinnamon coloured lips
your vanilla skin with a touch of sea salt and saffron
is reminiscent of the theatrics of the Tuscan sunset
like a swollen river undulating through verdant vales
the need for you flows recklessly through my veins
sometimes you are zatar, at others garam masala
making my staid life a mural of flavours.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Merril, has asked us to get spicy. Read about it here.

Also for moonwashed weekly challenge.

75 thoughts on “Mulling spices”

    1. When I saw your prompt, I had decided I won’t write about cooking because I do that often. I am delighted that you enjoyed this, Merril! I love both zatar and garam masala when I am cooking…adds that extra oomph to the food! 😀
      Thanks so very much and also for the glorious prompt. 💙

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  4. Stunning piece! I love your lines “sometimes you are zatar, at others garam masala
    making my staid life a mural of flavours.” Thank you so much for joining in, Punam.

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  16. I could feel the aroma and medley of spices intersperse within my soul.

    What a gorgeous poetic rendition.

    “your vanilla skin with a touch of sea salt and saffron
    is reminiscent of the theatrics of the Tuscan sunset
    like a swollen river undulating through verdant vales
    the need for you flows recklessly through my veins.”

    I’m drooling now. :))

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  17. My goodness this is absolutely splendid, Punam! 😀 I so love; “like a swollen river undulating through verdant vales the need for you flows recklessly through my veins.” 💘💘

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