Poetry Stretch - Some Pepper

Last week my mind was on salt, this week it's moved to pepper. Tricia over at The Miss Rumphius Effect challenged us to write a love poem without any terms of endearment or adoration, no "romantic stuff." Here's my response, though the word "my" in the next-to-last line might be a bit of a cheat:

A VALENTINE OF SORTS TO MY HUSBAND

with thanks to Wikipedia

Peppercorn, yes,

but not the British engineer (mechanical)

and not the British author (vindemial)

not the British painter (pictorial)

and not the singer-songwriter (lyrical)

not payment for documentation (legal)

nor steam locomotion (tri-cylindrical);

but You, my peppercorn (spicy & irresistible)

and Me (yes, hungry & yes, combustible.)



I like the trajectory of that - mechanical, vendemial, pictorial, lyrical, legal, tri-cylindrical, irresistible, combustible. It's not a poem, really, and it's really not a love poem. But it was fun.