Have a read of my poem ‘His Coriander’, first published in Quadrant magazine September 2020.
Hope you enjoy it.
His Coriander
Flourishing above the planter box, it’s ready for harvesting.
I snip the curling tendrils with their skinny stalks,
hearing the clean snap of stem from dense green foliage.
At the end of a rain-filled night, the earth smells heady.
He took his suitcase, his cello, and his sheet music.
He left the fragrant coriander seeds,
said, Tending a relationship is like keeping a plant alive.
So I’ll take this herb
inside to the kitchen and chop it.
I’ll disperse it piece by piece with my hands,
the longed-for exotic spice of citrus and curry.
I’ll be forever grateful for escape,
from my infatuation
with coriander.
Copyright © 2020 Libby Sommer
Libby Sommer, Author 
beautiful
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Thank you so much 🙂
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It was really wonderful experience to find your blog accidentally. Hope, someday my writing gets better like yours.
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I’m very pleased to know you found my blog and that your are enjoying it. Makes all the hard work worthwhile. As we know, the writing journey is tough. Not for the faint-hearted. I wish you well.
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Thank you!
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Intriguingly witty Libby..
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Thank you dear Ivor. Glad you like it 🙂
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A wonderful poem. What a punch at the end.
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So glad you like the poem, Richard. High praise.
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Love it
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That’s great, Beth. Many thanks.
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