Without giving anything away I’ll guess it was the
curry you’d never expected to cruise gratuitously
into your life - or stay in the memory-niche where
aromatic scents rule without dissent, but it’s long
a memory; we’d best leave it be enshrined as th’
gift of innocent years where the journeying grew,
as was meant to be, into whom we became and,
thereafter, the grand game was our lives to play
Tho yet I sense an intimation of korma with hints
of ginger & lemongrass, a ritual perhaps of garlic
attests as does coriander - surely garam masala
exists somewhere in this atavistic savour; but let
it rest - a long day is yet to pass before we need
place the bowls, and address the magic flavours
© 26 May 2017, I. D. Carswell
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