Look! Ginger and molasses, sweet-tart smells,
hang in the air
a tender madness.
Taste! Rich between your fingers,
surrenders to a crumble.
Smell! Flecked with cinnamon gold,
brown sheets unroll,
Feel! Darksweet sweetsharp floods
flavours without name
dance upon your tongue
Listen! whispers wish a warm song,
ginger and molasses,
~ Marta Ziemelis. Written in Dubai, copyright February 2012.
For me, one of the most wonderful aspects of writing is that I am free to be playful, to twist and tweak words and ideas as I please. Sometimes – quite often, actually – I begin a piece with no idea how it will turn out, and as I go along I make little discoveries – different ways to look at the world. That’s what happened here. I began with gingerbread. My memories and experiences of this treat – both making and eating it – have always been intensely sensory and sensual. Thus it is no surprise that writing about them became a kind of game, which involved me combining sensory impressions in unusual ways. Trying to put a visceral sensual bombardment into words. Perhaps it needs to be tasted, felt, smelled, in order to be fully understood.