The following text is an intralingual translation inspired by the poem, Oh, Tomato Purée from Claire-Louise Bennett’s anthology, Pond.
Oh, Tomato purée!
When I peer over the rim of the simmering pot,
I get the nod. It is time.
Revealing the cool chasm of the fridge,
I reach for you amongst the garlic and wasabi,
release you from your inner sanctum,
around one tablespoon at a time.
Dissolute, you disappear into the sauce on the stove
seething blisters of red.
And now to conclude the ritual,
to savour the prize.
I roll the tube up a notch,
for me, this time. Thick, burgundy ooze,
an explosion of taste with fiery red petals.
A season of Sicilian sunsets,
stirring on my tongue.