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Meggie272 — Alchemy
Published: 2015-11-06 12:36:56 +0000 UTC; Views: 537; Favourites: 14; Downloads: 0
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Description I often think I left half of me
in my mother’s cupboard;

as a child I would inch open the ill-fitting
white-peeling wood and look at small dusty
bottles of coriander, vanilla extract,
cardamom,
bi-carb,
rosewater,
dye. I believe I thought of it as

all the potential of life itself
trapped within sticky-
lidded glass. An apothecary,
profound and intricate and strange.
I was so excited

by the one that seemed to be a vial of blood,
at the thought of dropping it
and staining the floorboards red.
I wanted to put all of it
in one of our heavy saucepans
with the handle Dad made of old piping
and boil it till it stung my eyes,

till some grown up said to me:
‘what’s in that brew? I think you know things
that you shouldn’t,
child.’
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Comments: 7

TheLunaLily [2016-12-14 23:20:42 +0000 UTC]

I like this a lot!

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muscularteeth [2015-11-10 06:32:42 +0000 UTC]

I did this too

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Meggie272 In reply to muscularteeth [2015-11-26 09:15:23 +0000 UTC]

cupboards full of stuff are the best 

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beeswingblue [2015-11-06 20:54:47 +0000 UTC]

I'm glad to hear it! And this is a lovely poem.  

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Meggie272 In reply to beeswingblue [2015-11-26 09:15:35 +0000 UTC]

thank you very much!  

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OrientalArc [2015-11-06 14:20:43 +0000 UTC]

I have been missing you, my dear...! 

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Meggie272 In reply to OrientalArc [2015-11-26 09:16:01 +0000 UTC]

I've been missing everyone! Thank you greatly  

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