The Dish

A poem written in a moment of passion, an extended metaphor about globalisation and global culture. 

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Taste spills over the edges of the dish,

Abundant in volume as well as flavour.

Ingredients cultivated independently,

Yet harmonise perfectly.

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Rising in clouds, angelic scents tease the

tastebuds which pucker in anticipation.

The mouth ready to devour

a heavenly blend of culture on a plate.

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The cooking of such masterpiece

requires expertise and patience.

Each individual must be respected as they

merge to construct ambrosial delight.

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The lips part in welcome to such glorious

cuisine, a bite of divinity.

The tongue dances in celebration

as each entity compliments the other.

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Sweetly savoury, mildly hot,

sharply smooth and smokily citrus,

Tastes tangled together transmitting

succulent satisfaction.

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The dish is vitality. Each individual

Must be respected as they

merge to construct ambrosial delight.

The dish is Earth.

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