The Pleasure Of Chocolate

I think I have had an epiphany, in that I have realized that what I would most like from these blogs, is to be able to road-test some of my most recent poems, and to see whether they will work for people perhaps whose language is not first and foremost English, but who have sufficient interest in English to have read my blogs to date.

This poem is one of my most recent, and is possibly one of a series that is formulating in my mind. What I am thinking of as List Poems. In other words, simple poems that grow from ideas around me.

I do have one or two more from this series already created, and so I may well test these out on my unsuspecting audience.

I sent this poem to a specialist chocolate Emporium in Brighton, but did not hear anything back from them, but perhaps unsurprisingly. It is hardly a great recommendation for eating chocolate.

If anyone should be inspired on reading this to suggest other ideas I might pursue, please let me know.

My next in this series will be entitled Uses For Lipstick.

The Pleasure Of Chocolate

Smooth taste, makes you want more
exotic, comforting, energy-giving, sexy.
All Gold, Black Magic, or just Plain
to give as a gift, receive as a love token
or simply indulge oneself, always a pleasure.
It grows on trees - no, really it does
a small bean in Africa, the cocoa bean
commodified, edible blood diamonds
traded for currency. Powerful stuff.
Hard to remember this, easy to eat
though sometimes our pleasures
may cost the earth, more than their worth
but please have another - just one more
before you stop eating, just to make sure
you remember the taste of chocolate.