Paris Journey’s – Eating Haddock

The flavour flourishing, relapsing
Seas of splendour plenty
Rendering to me, exotic delicacies
From the bays of the Atlantic
Probably fresh everyday.

And then again the thoughts of you
Stretching and yawning,
An aroma so disturbing,
But so oh aroused with the curve
Of morning light across my face,
My memory blushes and I scorn
The scent of haddock, hurling almost,
The first time I ate him, I smelled
More than tasted.

From the steam my tea curls
No truer images, is like it’s seething brew,
Unable to enjoy sipping tea
Nostrils disdain the bowl of milk
To where it bathes covering it’s flesh
Until he spills it’s froth soaking down.

Pouring over every bloody morsel in the fridges
I recall how I used to think it divine
Until this beast, even if this pungent fish
Were the epitome of sea life, dead it still lives
Unable to grasp its putrid scent, unappealing
Fishy smell odoriferous lingering, been six months now,
Still it remains in my Hoover refrigerator,
Forevermore.