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Silver Spice Box

By Jewish Arts Collaborative

Published Dec 28, 2022

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Silver Spice Box

I open the door

to fill your tiny chamber

with whole cloves

 

the besamim

perfume my fingers

 

Here is the border

between rest

and what follows

 

The filigree

bordering

the everyday

 

This silver spire

rests in my palms,

consoles me

 

The spice box is a tower

guarding the city

 

Tower of oncoming

night, held

by my ancestors,

handed to me

 

 

 

 

Written: June 13, 2022

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Reflections

Portraying ritual

Click here to view spice towers in the MFA Boston collection (on which this poem is based). How does the poem portray interaction with these objects? How would you feel, if you were the poet, if you were able to touch and hold these ritual items in the museum's collection?

Write

Click here to explore Judaica items on Kolture. Write your own poem about one of these objects.

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