Monday, December 19, 2016
Pickle in the Sun
A thought left to pickle in the sun,A green seedling from the mind
Left to mature into
A full-bodied creature...
An idea caught by the neck and
Trapped into a glass jar, in
The company of salt and turmeric,
A pint of mustard oil,
The juices of a dozen limes,
Grandmama's secret spice mix,
Dollops of tender loving care, and
Just half-a-teaspoon of
Breathless anticipation—
A good tumble or two with
An old serviceable ladle of yore,
And then a sunny corner of the apartment
Dusted and prepared for the glass-topped martaban
To sit in for a fortnight or thereabouts—
And so a germinating thought is left
To pickle in the winter sun...
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