NaPM April 10 2014

[milo]

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.

Topic 10: Today's prompt comes from just cloudy. "Write a poem inspired by your kitchen."
Form : any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more

Questions?

[Erthona]

.

My frig is on the blink,
now all it does is stink.
It’s growing bacteria,
producing diarrhea… but
with a wink
and a nod,
and a barf-
bag from God,
I’ll get it all down the sink.

.

[ChristopherSea]

Dining In Tonight

My lover can serve up a superb spread;
she smells of sea salt, fresh fruit and baked bread.
Under diaphanous delicate lace
dangle pink ripe grapefruits swollen to sate,

accompanied with kisses at their tips,
chocolate teardrops to nibble and nip.
She presents her perfect hard boiled eggs,
dished up bent over on albumin legs.

Enveloped in floral and ruffled pleats
are well-portioned thighs of succulent meat,
garnished with angel hair, in a small mound,
atop a luscious peach sliced in half-round.

We feast the night until we are crooning
in symbiosis, forking and spooning.

[Keith]

Kitchen chatter

The cutlery draw said the glass was a whore
for drinking all night with some hands,
a bottle of wine said she's out all the time,
the glass said you wouldn't understand.

The tap on the sink said the plug hole stinks
and that limescale lowers the tone,
the recycling bin said just ignore him
he's always up polishing his chrome.

The kitchen table claimed the chairs were unable
to sit still with their legs underneath,
the chairs agreed and were really quite pleased,
as the mop bucket peed on its feet.

The gas from the hob, left on by a knob,
filled the room for most of the day,
it's believed that a spark switched on in the dark,
blew the poor cooker away.

[milo]

If Christ was in the Kitchen

My mother asked me once – what would you do
if Christ was in your kitchen?
I should be embarrassed
by water spots on the counter
or the towel hung
crooked on the rack.

I thought of this late at night
as I stood by the stainless
steel sink all alone. I suppose
that I would offer him a beer.

[Brownlie]

Kitchen chatter

The cutlery draw said the glass was a whore
for doing much more than just hands,
a bottle of wine said she's out all the time,
the glass said you wouldn't understand.

The tap on the sink said the plug hole stinks
and that limescale lowers the tone,
the recycling bin said just ignore him
he's always polishing his chrome.

The kitchen table claimed the chairs were unable
to sit with their legs underneath,
the chairs agreed and were really quite pleased,
as the mop bucket peed on its feet.

The gas from the hob, left on by a knob,
filled the room for most of the day,
it's believed that a spark switched on in the dark,
blew the poor cooker away.

Drawer is an interesting word. It would be cool to have a poem that forces the reader to pronounce it as a one syllable word and then as a two syllable word. Good ending note.

[cidermaid]

Sentinel.

One of the original pioneers from Sweden,
a classic cream and chrome with a cast scroll script.
Silent now, after Philistines had converted
her heart, her presence is still palpable;
the Aga stands watch over the family.
Across the island of preparation,
minefields of war play out.
The comforter is always there, year in and out.
Ideally positioned as a meting point
for mediation and reparation, for those caught in conflict.
Our ancient friend is always ready to receive.

No notice is needed for pizza, pie or roast thigh.
Frozen hand is quickly restored to pulse and tingle
from regret at too intimate a touch.
Finessed in looks but not as a cook,
flat out or off are the options.
Nobody minds the odd charcoal find,
much better this than a soulless contraption.

Oh dear!

[justcloudy]

Life lost

When it was time to move again
mom told us to repaint the kitchen
as a weekend project. Daffodil yellow
turned to eggshell, but I thought milk
was a better name for that boring cream.
She even took down the Monet’s garden
dad got in DC four birthdays before.
The bright curtain over the sink top window
felt uneasily conspicuous, and the table
with its white tiles embedded in pine
cried for lost uniqueness. I didn't mind.
Boring houses are easier to leave behind.

[ellajam]

Deep into China

One set's pink rimmed with springtime trees,
there's golden bows 'round full bloom rose;
another's groups of violet pansies,
the cabinet can barely close.
Stacked plates for entrees, salads, rolls
tall chocolate pots and racks for toast,
tureens with ladles, berry bowls,
huge platters for the Sunday roast.

Her sisters, brothers, every cousin
all learned to reply "My kitchen is full"
when offered old china with plates by the dozen,
while she always answers "How beautiful!"
She hopes each descendant will take on a set
to lighten her shelves, but no one's said yes yet.

(ha, I almost missed my exit last night trying to make sense of this on the drive home, best I can do for now, love the prompt though.)

[justcloudy]

Deep into China

One set's pink rimmed with springtime trees
there's golden bows 'round full bloom rose;
another's groups of violet pansies,
the cabinet can barely close.
Stacked plates for entrees, salads, rolls
tall chocolate pots and racks for toast,
tureens with ladles, berry bowls,
huge platters for the Sunday roast.

Her sisters and brothers, every cousin,
all learned to reply "My kitchen is full"
when offered old china with plates by the dozen,
while she always answers "How beautiful!"
She hopes each descendant will take on a set
to lighten her shelves, but no one's said yes yet.

(ha, I almost missed my exit last night trying to make sense of this on the drive home, best I can do for now, love the prompt though.)

That was a fun one ella! It's one of those poems I start again as soon as I finish, getting more out of it the second time. Loved the title too, very clever.

[ellajam]

Thanks, jc, it was nice to see a prompt I could laugh about, my kitchen's a hoot.
A lot of good ones on this thread, interesting.

[Mopkins]

The kitchen is a mess again-
the dishes are piled up.
I want a drink of coffee but
I cannot find a cup
that isn’t dirty, what a
state this room is in!
Oh look, I’ve found a clean glass!
I suppose I’ll have a gin.

[ellajam]

The kitchen is a mess again-
the dishes are piled up.
]I want a drink of coffee but
I cannot find a cup
that isn’t dirty, what a
state this room is in!
Oh look, I’ve found a clean glass!
I suppose I’ll have a gin.

Funny
Welcome to NaPM, Mopkins.

[ChristopherSea]

The kitchen is a mess again-
the dishes are piled up.
]I want a drink of coffee but
I cannot find a cup
that isn’t dirty, what a
state this room is in!
Oh look, I’ve found a clean glass!
I suppose I’ll have a gin.

Funny
Welcome to NaPM, Mopkins.

That is what the mop is for my dear. Mop up that bracket you left on the floor, while you're at it Marianne.

[Mopkins]

hi ellajam - thought I'd try some of these - can't promise to do them all but I'll give it a go. glad you liked my little offering.

Chris - you've lost me... what bracket on what floor? It's all a bit unclear to me.

[ChristopherSea]

hi ellajam - thought I'd try some of these - can't promise to do them all but I'll give it a go. glad you liked my little offering.

Chris - you've lost me... what bracket on what floor? It's all a bit unclear to me.

In your poem: ']I want a drink of coffee but'

[Mopkins]

oh, now I see it... thanks Chris - fixed.