Hey, Honey, ginger yourself in that scuffle that thyme... At the market's sweet dill on fresh seasonings prime? Why'd you act fishy, mulling spices, Asking 'bout their pepper prices... And then insist that you just wanted one dime?
d’Verse poetics: Spicing it up
At d’Verse, poets were encouraged to select three or more words from the list of twenty-five spices on this webpage and include them in a poem of any style.
The four I selected were: 1) ginger, 2) thyme, 3) dill, 4) mulling spices.
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When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
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Absolutely love that first line!
🤎🙏🏻 Marion 🙏🏻🤎