Noir passion



Poem: Noir passion

Chocolate – what has happened?

You’re dark, some would say bitter

and I used to think that too

You know you’re good and there’s no need to brag

You waited for me

You delight me each and every time that we… connect

I love you

I had got you wrong

A masked addiction of sweetness had got in the way of me truly appreciating you

I never thought that I would

When orange and almond are invited it’s not a case of three is a crowd

but a delicate yet thrilling tastebud tango!

 

Review: Noir passion

Instantly I’m intrigued with the poem’s title.  ‘Noir’ says darkness to me, and with the word ‘passion’ announcing an eager interest. It is then revealed. Dark chocolate is the subject. Divine darkness. Delectable and yummy times ahead. Yes, I’m in.

Asking Chocolate, what has happened?

I’ll tell you just what, NOTHING, that’s what. Chocolate is doing its thing.

Revealed in the poem, chocolate is confident, cool and patient.

It knows that folk will go to it when some come to their senses and the dark chocolate penny from the nearest artisan delicatessen has dropped.

The only thing that has ‘happened’ is the poet waking up and realising just how sublime chocolate truly is when it’s closest to its purist form. It was misunderstood by the poet but chocolate has always been chocolate, and all is revealed in the poem. The poet has finally woken up to the delights of it and ‘love’ for it is declared.

Well, I’m not surprised as I can relate to what the poet speaks of.

There’s the admission of being in the wrong where the poet unknowingly allowed the fiendish substance of sugar and no doubt milk, to totally eclipse that of the heavenly pure flavours of chocolate. There was an imbalance, but the poet has seen the light in the darkness, the dark chocolate. What a revelation! And what a triumph!  ‘Sugar’ isn’t always as sweet as it appears. Its history is positively shocking relating to health and wealth. (alas, those are stories for other times) The poet has explored, has seen and, by the looks of it, is starting to experience more of chocolate than what is sold to the masses. (oh, how I get annoyed and yawn when I see those discarded purple wrappers on pavements. That’s your snapshot of society. Looking at pavements is all-revealing.

Back to the poem. It’s rude to ask someone’s age, isn’t it? I’m guessing that the poet has developed their palate over time. It hasn’t happened over night. Miracles rarely do, It takes time and prolonged effort. The poet has recognised that they had seen chocolate completely differently in the past and is now pleased and is having fun. There’s a sophisticated party taking place when ‘orange’ and ‘almond’ are invited.

There’s the mingling, blending and combining taking place.

Dark chocolate makes an exquisite host. Mint, coffee, pistachio, ginger and chilli are just a few other examples that I know of. They too make interesting guests.

Is there more of a metaphor going on here? Yes, there is something to be said about ‘variety is the spice of life’  It’s not a throw away loose idiom. Life is indeed more interesting with variety. To have new experiences and to relinquish what has been imposed on you and what is not working. (like the copious, unnatural sickly demands of milk chocolate, for example).  Always remain curious, explore and investigate what has piqued your interest.

Clearly the poet has an established relationship with chocolate and understands why others don’t ‘understand’ the delight that is dark chocolate because the poet had done the same.

Speaking from my own experience, you only need a little bit to get a ‘fix’ and therefore more of it lasts for longer. When something is that good, it just is, isn’t it?

A great poem about following your own interests resulting in a satisfying conclusion with a dance. How exciting and how cool is that?

Whoever thought ‘chocolate’ could be so inspiring?

Well, I sure like the taste of that.