Prose for a bouquet banquet
I'm now eating some flowers I bought myself, roses are quite nice in texture,
rather like munching satin, but the thorns are a problem, chrysanths are ok,
they form a good base to a meal, like pearl barley in a stew, or something
that can mean all things to all people, peonies are my favourites though,
they have a certain allure of an always anticipated taste, like a lover slowly
undressing, or what's on the other side of a map.
I shall wear the leftovers in my hat.
David Bircumshaw
Spectare's Web, A Chide's Alphabet
& Painting Without Numbers
http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/
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