Urban Physic Garden

 

Liquorice



June 24th, 2011 · No Comments · Medicinal Plants Poetry Project

It takes all sorts.
It takes a damp chewed root
in the pocket of an anorak.
It takes a liquorice bootlace
to lace a liquorice boot
or cinch a liquorice corset
of liquorice baleen
from liquorice whales
sunk by shafts of liquorice stick.
It takes a sherbet dib dab
to be a dab hand at pilfering candy,
smoking a liquorice pipe like a dandy.
It takes a nation minting Pontefract Cakes
to bring confit to the masses and fill their hearts
with love like molasses,
cushioning booms and market crashes.
It goes to the root of things.
It’s the dark marrow, dark matter,
the liquorice universe stretching, expanding.
Chew on it.
 
 
Simon Barraclough
(From Herbarium, a new poetry anthology. Launch and reading 22 July)

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