Lucy Alexander #31 Kitchen Poem

I have softened the onions

to the brink of liquid

gone criminal with the ghee

so much melting into gentle

stripes of colour the browning

into bubbles of taste

shake of spice fragrance

the fat earth turmeric root

then prickling of cumin

mid-note coriander with

that busting promise of

something floral with its toes in the rot

mix in cinnamon to reap

dry sweet mouthfuls of bark

then I fry to the peak of aroma

that heady meal before the meal

that also hangs around in the house

until the wind is invited in