Simon Fletcher is a Poet, tutor, top chief of Offa’s Press and organiser of City Voices – one of the longest running poetry events in the region. He’s been instrumental in nurturing talent, interest and passion in poetry in Wolverhampton and the wider area for decades. In short, a bit of a local legend. We asked him for his reaction to Black Country smells and memory and he sniffed out a sequence of haiku.
Essentials
scent of vanilla
drifts across the Mander’s air
Gregg’s custard slices
Zuri’s spice café
cumin, turmeric, sweet daal,
a fresh cup of chai
mouth-watering, spring
minted lamb, chilli spare ribs
at Kirk’s the butchers
Banks’s brewery
the most olfactory factory
deeply malted grain
in Bantock’s garden
lavender clears the head, gives
a fresh perspective
Such a wonderful poem about the smells of Wolverhampton!
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