kitchen poetry
I run the knife under hot water,
wrap it in a patterned
tea-towel &place it in the drawer.
Beside the kettle is a tiny
jumping spider
but it does not twitch. I imagine
the way its many-chambered eyes
must have tracked my clumsy movements
as I prepared vegetables
for an omelette. Even if the meal isn’t poetry
doing something this simple
could be, and so I hope to make you smile
when you come home.
- Ashley Capes 2010
4 comments:
Lovely poem Ashley and now I'm hungry! So much love can go into the preparation of food. I so like the teatowel touch.
Thanks, Gabrielle! It's that picture, huh? Really happy that came across too.
I like the nonchalant feeling you begin with. washing knife in detail and then the spider. making food is simple as writing a poem.
they are same also in the sense it is much upon the partner to determine their taste.
Hey, Dhyan!
Thank you, fantastic. I agree, the partner can definitely determine the taste of the poem
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