I am ginger. A kiss to keep you warm, or a promise to settle your stomach on a long bus journey. Just like a lie I can burn if you hold me under your tongue for too long. I’m content to be right but happy to be wrong.
I can dress in a spicy suit or recline in sweet robed luxury. You can boil me hard as candy or drown me in dark chocolate pools of wisdom. I can be ground to powder brown, or sucked straight from the stem, splinters and all. I will take your message but won’t return your call.
I am ginger. Or so she said yesterday, but perhaps today she would disagree. Perhaps today I am
4 comments:
oh, this is delightful!
Jem, this is simply yummy. I loved the feeling of reading this, being swept along by the spirited voice. Love me some ginger. Please consider the rest of your spice rack for further inspiration.
Loved this. Made me feel warm and comfy on a cold, wet day.
I love these post of yours. You are a fabulist of high quality
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