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
Lovely poem Ashley and now I'm hungry! So much love can go into the preparation of food. I so like the teatowel touch.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Gabrielle! It's that picture, huh? Really happy that came across too.
ReplyDeleteI like the nonchalant feeling you begin with. washing knife in detail and then the spider. making food is simple as writing a poem.
ReplyDeletethey are same also in the sense it is much upon the partner to determine their taste.
Hey, Dhyan!
ReplyDeleteThank you, fantastic. I agree, the partner can definitely determine the taste of the poem