|Cut out my kitchen window
Keep the pie plate
and give me back my time
and we'll spoon the cherries
out of the crust I shaped with nine fingers. I never needed
ten to grasp: I wanted the clasp of two. You
never came by, party-less,
on a pretense of harrowing the field,
and we didn't plant candles
in celebration. I am washing potatoes.
I am scrubbing my nails of you.
14 Apr 10
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:) love this
Ooooh...domestic, crafty and right to the point. Palmolive...you're soaking in it, Madge. :-)
I had to see who this was, so I came back and I'm a little surprised. I thought it was gonnabe Isabelle! LOL! I LOVE L's 7 & 8, Nic! Great little write! :-)
Okay. Next time I'll cook up a pigeon pie for ya. Why is it Sylvia Plath haunts all kitchen poems? Oh yeah: Stuck her head in an oven. Geez.
The first two lines really set the tone for this piece and I find the images and metaphors of the poem sharp and crisp. You could probably do without "and" in line 3, but that is a minor nit. This is a well crafted piece of writing.
Nic, thanks for bringing me to your poem! It's so good. I wish mine was as good as this. Well done. The potatoes in particular have special meaning to me. I need to find my potato poem....
Thanks. Happens I wrote a potato poem recently, too. That's hilarious. It's freakin' stone soup at this point; please warn me if you smell the pilot light going off. I'd rather be alive than famous. I think.
This poem is delicious!
HeheheHHA, thats a good on' you go on an scrub you nails of her hun. and let us know the nixt tine you be poppin the cherry top!
I will warn you, Nic, no worries. Though I haven't smelled anything strange today, nor am I dizzy. pheww!
You can do the work in the kitchen with 5 fingers,we women can to so many things at the same time but not a man! Wash your hands and get rid of him. He does not deserve the candles.So you must be a woman, not Nic, it's Nicole. Power to the women, love, hulda
5-6 hit me like a rock, I know this guy. Excellence. Succinct, emotive but not emotional. You have a unique gift in the structure of your writing. Nice.
Your somewhat elitist and know it all attitude when it come to poetry prevents me from being completely unbiased with regards to your work Nic. So I read it, but didn't rate.