The Day 27 prompt was to write a poem that explores the sense of taste. Many poems explore the sight or sound or feel of things and Proust famously wrote about the memories evoked by smell. My poem could be about food, or wine, or even the oddly metallic sensation of a snowflake on your tongue. I have written a poem about the unusual taste of Greek firewater, or raki, and the physical reaction I have to it.
As a wasted life
As an inferno in summer
Solid, cold and scraping
Intense, growing and never ending
Violent and easing all at once
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Copyright, D M Day, 2017