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My Love Of Liquorice

written by: Nelson Brooks

@NelsonBrooks111

 

A funny thing; a reason for passion,
the catalyst that lights the flame; for me
it began over thirty years ago
with my mentor; my friend; my Svengali,
my dear father; but he was always dad.
The man who could not walk past a health shop,
no pulses or grains but stick liquorish.
Once he had begun he would never stop
until reaching the end of the packet.
As you can guess; I developed a taste
for the bitter black sweet; yet however
much we bought it would never go to waste.

Purified, organic or natural,
the raw sticks of wood that we both could chew;
the taste in the latter; hard to obtain,
but grinding the twigs in our teeth we knew
true contentment; as the flavour emerged.
While the pulp disintegrated; it left
soft splinters in our teeth; it would take hours
to remove the remnants; the warp and weft
of the liquorish tree, formed memories,
and now he is gone, but they remain to be
picked at over the years, flossing removes
the wood; but still the flavour stays with me.

Nelson Brooks

Nelson Brooks

In June 2016 I published my first Novel, Rules for a born again bachelor about re-entering the data scene after a divorce. A second novel is completed and is seeking an agent but this time it's murder. The third novel is being edited and this one is a bank robbery. But the novels are only the latest in a long line of creative expression from over 20 years of poetry and more recently articles for the Analogies project and a blog on horse racing. Nelson by day works in London and commutes from Sussex, the journey between is when he finds some of his most productive writing time.
Nelson Brooks

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