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.
that smelt of myrrh, and chocolates with both gold leaf
and leaves
stripes and waves
in a box so goldenit seemed to me that Midas
could have touched it
with his glimmering unfortunate thumb.
posted by Clare Dudman at 11:05 pm
5 Comments:
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.
I have indeed, Jan...wonderful stuff.
That looks like a bottle of Issey Miyake to me? Correct me, if I'm wrong, please. But how does it smell?
It's called Flower by Kenzo, CFR and it smells gorgeous - a combination of turkish delight and marshmallow but heavier...and not as sticky!
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