Pungent purple perfume
assaults the senses.
Cool, smooth liquid
rolls onto the tongue.
Sharp acrid tang
flows across the palate
and slides down the oesophagus,
coating the inside of the throat
with dark crimson inebriation.
“Why,”
she puzzles,
“does anyone enjoy
drinking
rotten
grape juice?”
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Day Twenty-Seven: Write a poem that explores your sense of taste!
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little learner 
Apr 27, 2017 @ 23:41:17
LOL! Didn’t expect that ending 😉
Apr 28, 2017 @ 13:58:41
What my daughter says!!😊
Apr 27, 2017 @ 23:53:36
Oooh! Pour me a glass of that pungent purple, please? Like the pace of this 🙂
Apr 28, 2017 @ 13:59:10
Absolutely! Glass is waiting for you. 😊
Apr 29, 2017 @ 01:09:18
And here’s a toast to you, my friend, for showing up on screen this morning when I checked the Day 28 prompt at NaPo 🙂 Nice!
Apr 29, 2017 @ 07:03:52
Thanks for that encouraging word! 😊 It’s been a challenge, for sure.
Day Twenty-Eight
Apr 28, 2017 @ 06:01:56
Apr 28, 2017 @ 06:32:35
Haha…this is exactly what my little girl said when she took a sip of the pungent purple
Apr 28, 2017 @ 13:59:24
Mine too! 😂
Apr 28, 2017 @ 08:15:20
Love the pungent purple stuff.
Good poem. Congrats on being featured poet of the day.
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Apr 28, 2017 @ 13:57:25
Thank you. Shocker! 😊
Apr 28, 2017 @ 13:54:42
Apr 28, 2017 @ 19:55:20
Apr 28, 2017 @ 21:58:03
I like the ending!
Apr 29, 2017 @ 07:01:47
😊
Apr 28, 2017 @ 22:37:27
IO ! IO ! Evohé !
You have the oesophagus of a oenologist.
Poetic felicitations on being featured.
Apr 28, 2017 @ 23:25:30
Thank you. I’m rather stunned. 😊
Apr 29, 2017 @ 00:12:18
congrats on being featured! this little poem left me grinning
Apr 29, 2017 @ 07:02:12
Thank you! 😊