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7 September 2012

The Taste of Home

I grew up there,
so how can I restrain
the rapturous impulse buy?

In the bag, the jar rolls,
the contents move
to coat the inner lid.

I run my finger round, and lick.
'Tasmanian Leatherwood,'
I say out loud. 'Now that's honey!'


Submitted for dVerse Meeting the Bar: Symbolism

16 comments:

  1. It's often the little thing from home that brings it flooding back

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  2. Taste and smell so often stand in for memories. I think I'll go have some honey tea!

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  3. I don't know anything about Tazmanian leatherwood; but I have a plate made of 'huon pine' given to me by a Tasmanian friend! It is special treasure of mine.

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  4. I think there's more to this than meets the eye.

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  5. mmm love some fresh honey with the honey comb still in it....the thought of it evokes quite the memories for me...

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  6. The taste of home...how lovely to use your own memory, that of tasmanian leatherwood.

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  7. I agree that there's more here than meets the eye... I can feel the many layers, the impulse buys of the ideas we grew up with... the sweet memories.

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  8. It's such a joy when we discover something familiar! I really like that feel, Rosemary!

    Hank

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  9. nostalgic, this one!

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  10. yes it is nice that leatherwood as a name suits the honey from the tree, smoky anise, rich and tasty.

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  11. tasty write... wasn't expecting the ending

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  12. home always has a taste..and in an instant takes us there with no detours...tazmanian leatherwood..googled that..sounds delicious...

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  13. That local honey is where it's at!!! Supposed to keep your childhood immunities up they say.

    Eucryphia lucida Wikipedia calls your Tasmanian Treat.

    You ROCK,Lady! As does the Internet, meeting other poets we may never have even heard about is just TOO awesome. Well, not TOO awesome, but PERFECTLY awesome, I should say.

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