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The Kitchen

November 29, 2007

An antique is
Old
UselessAnd showy
Serving no purpose
That is my aunt’s kitchen

Cooking here is minimal
But style is at a maximum
Old oak floors
And a tin ceiling hung with fans

Antique glass on each cupboard
Displays urns of hand dried
Noodles and herbs
Like a mausoleum

All of which clashes with the
Stainless steel
Digital
LED display
Of the most modern
Double oven

Framed in worm bored antique wood paneling

We are visiting, my wife and I
I am talking with my aunt
My wife goes to the kitchen
Looking for something to drink

She finds the fridge in a recessed corner
It is an old fridge
My aunt thinks it’s ugly
She hides it

My wife opens it
She does not see drinks
She does not see food
Only condiments
Ketchup can make anything taste good

What once was food is now
A governmental experiment
Wrapped in cellophane
Green, red, & brown
Frigid, toxic rainbow

Ten minutes later
My wife hands me my coat
Her stern eyes glare into mine
She says
“It’s time to go”

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MISS HARLEY QUINN’S
Take on Her Kitchen
________________________

An Antique is
Old
Lovely
And full of memories
This is my kitchen

Cooking here is a constant
Style a vain hope
New sticky tab tile flooring
And an old ceiling with flourescent lighting.

A 23rd coat of paint on each cupboard
Keeping safe hand picked herbs
Like a magician’s hat

All of which comes together with
witch dolls on high
cats on counters
candles that flicker

If you were to visit, your wife and you
You’d have no room to gather or stand

If your wife went to the ever so small kitchen
Looking for something to drink

She coudn’t help but find the fridge
I think it serves its purpose
And it can’t hide

If your wife opened it
She would see drinks
She would see food
And condiments
Feta and truffle oil make everything grand

The food thats there,
made with love and care
Is kept in lead free containers just waiting to be enjoyed

Yummy, savory, a culinary rainbow.

10 minutes later
Your wife hands you her coat and says,
“Please hang this up…we’re staying to sup.”

This is my kitchen. 🙂

7 comments

  1. OKies, either wordpress is having problems and shortly you’ll have two of the same comment postings form me and I’ll feel silly or they’re being eaten bu some electronic hungry monster! Liked the poem.


  2. That’s soo strange…I tried to post twice before, even wrote my own little poem and nothing…it was like I didn’t even write anything…yet the above comment went through fine. Oh, well the universe is telling me to keep my poetry where I should…to myself. *lol*


  3. Harley,
    Damn the Fates I’d love to see that poem! I have had trouble once before with WordPress, could not post. I recommend that you try again. The world & I anxiously await…


  4. **IT HAS BEEN FOUND**
    Miss Harley Quinn’s masterful retelling of my post.


  5. An Antique is
    Old
    Lovely
    And full of memories
    This is my kitchen

    Cooking here is a constant
    Style a vain hope
    New sticky tab tile flooring
    And an old ceiling with flourescent lighting.

    A 23rd coat of paint on each cupboard
    Keeping safe hand picked herbs
    Like a magician’s hat

    All of which comes together with
    witch dolls on high
    cats on counters
    candles that flicker

    If you were to visit, your wife and you
    You’d have no room to gather or stand

    If your wife went to the ever so small kitchen
    Looking for something to drink

    She coudn’t help but find the fridge
    I think it serves its purpose
    And it can’t hide

    If your wife opened it
    She would see drinks
    She would see food
    And condiments
    Feta and truffle oil make everything grand

    The food thats there,
    made with love and care
    Is kept in lead free containers just waiting to be enjoyed

    Yummy, savory, a culinary rainbow.

    10 minutes later
    Your wife hands you her coat and says,
    “Please hang this up…we’re staying to sup.”

    This is my kitchen. 🙂


  6. Miss Harley Quinn!
    “None that Wander into Your Kitchen are Lost”
    Maybe it’s just me but this was such a great way to respond. I am delighted that you would rewrite my post in your own words. To me it’s very much an Honor. Really it’s a big time Share too. You can learn a lot about someone by their kitchen. It makes me think…This would make an interesting reveal/share/expose’? And having done it first you should tag some people you know. At this time of year any kitchen in use will be at it’s apogee. Should be many delectable tales. Sister your poetry is TOP SHELF. You are welcome to post it here anytime. Thanks so much. Dobre Noc


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