
It really depends on the day
But just now
Cinnamon apples
Even though it's May
Crisp juicy and green
Braised in the liquids
They slowly produced
Healthy spoonfuls
Of freshly grated cinnamon
Don't forget some brown sugar
Molasses notes mixing in
I know I smell others too
A party mixing nutmeg
cardamom, and clove
A single whiff
Is enough to
Instantly produce
Copious amounts of
dribbling spit
sucking it back
into my throat
Prior to it hitting my chin
Memories of apple pie
Hot cobbler
Mulling cider
with the sticks floating round
picking apples
right off the tree
but that is all gone
since there is rarely
a slice of pie
as tasty as the ones
of your memory
K.B. Silver
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Whether due to dietary restrictions or just the passage of time subtly changing the available ingredients, we all have certain foods that we cherish from childhood, but we know that we will never taste that "real" version again. Scent is a powerful memory trigger, sometimes we might even smell something that reminds us of that perfect flavor. I don't know about anyone else, but every time I let myself be fooled by the intoxicating scent, my heart is broken again and again.
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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