It was a quiet taste but with character
like the way my favourite teacher
used to speak: quite softly
yet with authority.
It was a sustained flavour too,
as if the teacher’s voice
had explained at length
and completely.
The aftertaste lingered
subtle as a whisper,
like understanding
coming bit by bit.
At last it was only
remembered
in the mind,
like a song.
10/9/10
I just came across this in my 'Working on' folder and decided it's fine as is. It was inspired by a prompt, which I can't now find the source of, to describe one sense in terms of another. The shape of the poem on the page is my own idea, illustrating visually (a third sense!) the 'fading away' progression in the other senses mentioned.
I include the date of writing as it's posted so long after.
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