For want of spices,
across the seas to lands unknown
braving squalls and mutinies
searching for peppers, cloves, and cinnamon
only to find their precious spice
owned by ‘savage’ tribes –
once free, then no more.
No more bland food for the conqueror.
Mish asks the DVerse Poets’ Pub patrons to serve a 44-word poem with the word “spices” or its derivative in it. The word took me back to history lessons and the Age of Discovery. 44 words allowed me to write this little tongue-in-cheek piece.