Elizabeth Bennett at the Curry House By Jane Foster

All day before she prepared the white dress, Not knowing how it would end up a mess.. She fastened her bonnet and powdered her face And set off for the joy that was Ray's Place. She took to her seat, tried hard to be modest But already a stain had appeared on her bodice... Her fingers, not used to tandoori, turned red. Two brown eyes burned through to the back of her head..

The visions to which her mind did wander Were heady and new as fresh coriander, And that pungent taste was still in her throat As she finally rose to put on her coat. So dizzy with scents of ginger and clove, She made her excuses and set off for home. Her opal white skin and clear blue eyes Had met with a strange but exciting surprise..

She took off her dress and climbed into bed But visions of cardamoms danced in her head.. She picked up her garment and held it close, The faint smell of spice in her delicate nose. She and her sweetheart would just have to part, For now chicken balti was close to her heart. The servant who found her next morning at rest Couldn't prise the stained relic away from her breast.

Copyright ©2003  Jane Foster Feb 2004

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