Banana

April 6. Today’s prompt has (I felt) a cryptic twist – pick a number between 1 and 10 then name and focus your poem on the taste of a respective item in a grid that also provides words to include in the poem.

I chose the number eight and instantly regretted it as the subject is the taste of banana in describing which I have to use the words rasp and unpardonable!

Being stubborn, I decided to stick with it and took a trip to the Louvre for some inspiration. It made me think of art works associated with bent, yellow berries.

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On Sunday Mornings Lou and Nico serve breakfast most sublime.
The merest tickle on aural tastebuds is transportation to a plate of 60’s hedonism.
It’s a joyous dish, sensual, sexual, sensational.

It proffers decadent salty flavours of hot leather lust, and
Candy dust, tongue sprinkled in bursts of sweet pink raspberries and bitter green limes,
While umami heroin is a rasp to the palate, dry and gritty, like the taste of rust.

Nico whispers warm caramel secrets that calmly dismiss crème brulee sensations.
Please try the Venus incantation, a contrasting jangly Chow Mein dish,
All Sichuan chilli guitars and plum sauce drums – just delish.

A menu of fifty minutes is almost enough of this culinary glee,
Would it be unpardonable to ask of Andy,
To provide custard with his yellow, bent berry?

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