He is the feel of a brown suede boot
laced up with folk songs and wine.
He holds all my laughter in little jars of pickled time.
His voice is the harbour where I moor my boat,
where footprints fan out in grains of sand.
All tagged english teacher
Peppercorns
Has your tender soul
ever been crushed
like a peppercorn
in a pestle and mortar?
Well let me tell you,
a pinch of you
can ignite fires
on the wettest of tongues.