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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