Don't Touch Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

Don't Touch



If your dictionary is a jargon-rich
2000 page Chambers, as is mine,
and you fondle it as I do mine,
at last you'll achieve 'nopalli'.

Broadly, 'prickly pear' in Nahuatl,
the language of the Aztecs,
it's the cactus used to rear
the cochineal insect on.

It is banned from my collection:
I do not like the tiny spines very much -
they don't go far in,
but are hard to remove from your skin.

I say 'nopalli' and mean:
Steer Clear, You'll Regret It, Don't Touch.

Don't Touch
Monday, November 30, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: cactus,language,touch
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Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
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