Tasting of metal

Dear friends,

Here is another piece of writing to taste.  Some thoughts inspire me and I write about them.  Some grab me and almost write themselves and this was one of them.  It was birthed with a smile so I hope it will do the same for you.

Tasting of metal

If this spoon tastes so strongly of metal, does that mean metal is moving from the spoon into my body, that I am sharing metal with the spoon, that the spoon is giving of itself and losing part of itself in the process?  Is it the same with a kiss?  Does your taste become part of me, warmly working its way into my wetness?  Do you lose part of yourself in me, for me?  And what about love that nurtures and tends, is there a taste to my childhood, do I carry my parents in my blood?  And what about God? 
©Jane Upchurch

To read the rest go to http://www.janeupchurch.co.uk/view/words

I have also added another entry under ‘Books & Heroes’

Markus Zusak – The Book Thief

This book is set in Germany in 1943 and is written by Death.  But given that, the book is a complete surprise as it is written with such a light touch and is so full of life.  The quality that makes it very special is the language.

To read the rest go to http://www.janeupchurch.co.uk/view/books-and-heroes

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Love Jane

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