Thursday, November 15, 2007

Touching Midas

Tonight Hodmandod Senior came back from Amsterdam like a Wise Man bearing Frankincense (of a sort)

that smelt of myrrh, and chocolates with both gold leaf



and leaves
stripes and waves



in a box so golden
it seemed to me that Midas
could have touched it
with his glimmering unfortunate thumb.

5 Comments:

Blogger Jan said...

Have you read Carol Ann Duffy's poem: Mrs Midas??... in her "World and His Wife" collection..I have lent my copy to someone but I think that's the title.

Fri Nov 16, 01:53:00 pm  
Anonymous Clare said...

I have indeed, Jan...wonderful stuff.

Fri Nov 16, 04:13:00 pm  
Anonymous crimeficreader said...

That looks like a bottle of Issey Miyake to me? Correct me, if I'm wrong, please. But how does it smell?

Fri Nov 16, 08:16:00 pm  
Anonymous Clare said...

It's called Flower by Kenzo, CFR and it smells gorgeous - a combination of turkish delight and marshmallow but heavier...and not as sticky!

Fri Nov 16, 08:26:00 pm  
Anonymous cfr said...

Adventures with a plot...

Fri Nov 16, 10:49:00 pm  

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