My Senses Reel with Spice

I've never written a villanelle before. It might not be something that I rush to do again. However, the smells from my kitchen this afternoon after a Christmas baking marathon were an inspiration as was a perusal of the works of famous Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas and so here, immortalised in stringent poetic form is my sensory experience from preparing to fruition as I created traditional Christmas fayre for this festive period.

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Warmed by the bake, my senses reel with spice,

Woven into the air like spun sugar.

The fruitiness of plenty smells so nice.

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Buttery sweetness mixed and held on ice

Ready for rolling, filling from the jar.

Warmed by the bake, my senses reel with spice.

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On trays, like golden cobbles, stacked mince pies.

Puddings in sealed basins steam and swelter.

The fruitiness of plenty smells so nice.

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Powder-coated treats do more than suffice;

They topple and wrestle on the counter.

Warmed by the bake my senses reel with spice.

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Dense and rich, cakes ready for the splice:

Brandy moisture hits my skin like a spa.

The fruitiness of plenty smells so nice.

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Taste buds squeal and plead to have a slice

Held back until 25th December

Warmed by the bake, my senses reel with spice

The fruitiness of plenty smells so nice.

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Check out Dylan Thomas' wonderful villanelle here, called Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night:

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