Turmeric

A poem from 2017

I am bang on trend

A false dawn

A false hope

I am a fad

I’ll enjoy my limelight

The deception they attribute to me

I will play along with it

Neither confirming nor denying

That way it’s not an outright lie

Soon the next big thing will come along

And sweep me away

You’ll forget about me

I’ll be old news

I’ll be outdated

But maybe I’ll keep a few faithful followers

Consuming me

I am thirsty

I am hanging here

Till now few have seen my glory

That orange/yellow glow

Take a deep breath

Smell the aroma

I am a sweet sacrifice

Afflicted

Do not despise me

I am dying for you

I am dying for love

I am not of this earth

I am healing you from this piece of wood

I am medicine for your spirit

I am eternal life

I am