Prompt 9
(Look in your cupboards and find a food that brings up a childhood memory, and the memory is your prompt.)
Pulling open my drawers
The smell of maggi tickles my nose
How it would drip on my face
Splattering my nose, licking my plate
So soft and stringy and long
Sweet tomatoes freshly chopped
With a burning onion taste
My clothes would yellow
Onions slick and golden
Simmering with oily jeera
Sizzling to spicy perfection
Plopping the noodles
In bubbling whistling water
Untangling and twirling
Wisps of flavour curling
Calling, whetting my tongue
Slurped and burped in days young
Enjoyed reading this poem – the description is very visceral and made me feel as if I was there. Also liked the way that you constructed it A little bit like a recipe but of course…not.
Thank you.
I wanted to convey the nostalgia associated with the burst of flavour that makes it a definite favourite even today.❤️