Poem #5 from Small Town Kid
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flowers of scarlet
grew in the garden
after the bloom
she would take each pod
into the mystery of her kitchen
to perform ritual magic
the cakes of my grandmother
were moist with overflowing flavour
deep crust filled with rich dark seed
an exquisite pleasure
and a small boy’s
special and favourite treat
but that was before the law
brought a message
about the revised rules
of baking with opiates
no scarlet flowers grow
in the garden now
and I eat very little cake
© Frank Prem 2009
Small Town Kid Poem 6: the exuberance of my aunt
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soil sports! nothing beats poppy seed cakes and cookies and sweets – and hardly enough to consider addiction, considering the actual opium content is so little – not the right variety of poppy to cull opium! honestly!
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All true, Pat. I keep thinking I should plant some opium poppies in the garden. Doubt anyone would care anymore.
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LOL – do you have the particular conditions to actually produce that variety?
At any rate, there are so many other types of poppies, some perennial, others annual – that at the very least, if you have a suitable climate, you can enjoy their beauty 🙂 And no, most places or people wouldn’t care, unless you live in a place where true opium poppies would thrive and you could take on a sideline profession!
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I suspect I could get some of the real deal if I pursued it. Probably won’t. I did harvest 4 fine yellow watermelon yesterday, though.
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that sounds delicious – the watermelon 🙂
well, wild flower poppies or “regular” poppies, perhaps perennial in your neck of the woods, like the oriental ones, are easily available, and worth their weight just for the sheer beauty 🙂
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I’ll have to get some going.
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Oh, that’s sad!
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It was a pretty prudish country, back then. Sort of quaint, if petty, looking back.
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🙂
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