Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Hazardous Duty: Ode to My Kitchen (Poem)

I wrote this after I came across L.L. Barkat's Random Acts of Poetry prompt to write about rooms in the house. I offer it as an amusing trifle.

Hazardous Duty: Ode to My Kitchen

I have no taste
for the violence
my kitchen demands of me

to squeeze and score
fillet and fry
flash-freeze and melt

ground grind and grill
mash whip whisk
or beat till stiff.

I conscientiously object
to chopping things to bits
when it's enough

to simply pare away peel back
or toss and throw together
what's simmered steamed or stewed.

But ask me for my recipes
and I'll tell you:
not just any Bloody Mary will do.

Copyright Maureen E. Doallas
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