Chana Saag, Hot


Chana Saag, Hot

I set fire to my mouth
with self delusion,
misbelieving I could handle
the spice.

Water doesn’t put it out
it spreads it around
like flames and gasoline.

Nose running,
scalp sweating,
lips smouldering.

My stomach ā€” a furnace
whose walls are buckling,
belching like a dragon

until a lovely lhassie
in a mango dress
extinguishes the fire
with her kiss.


(From this morning’s Living Poetry Prompt and tonight’s dinner.)

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14 Responses to Chana Saag, Hot

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    Aah a lovely conclusion!

  2. JeanMarie says:

    Hmmmm, now I’m hungry for Indian food.

  3. jupitergrant says:

    Wonderful šŸ‘ Perfect description of the unquenchable fire of hot spice!

  4. Will Goodwin says:

    Nice play on words at the end … love me some Indian cuisine..

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  6. -Eugenia says:

    And a happy ending! Well done.

  7. Cassa Bassa says:

    I love this very much!

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