The Kitchen Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
The Kitchen
This place,
the matrix
of which she is
entrapped,
not as a spider,
but as the bound fly,
eaten by time
and unable
to escape,
feels the web
tremble......
she is unnerved,
lunch is served.
Waf
Monday, December 31, 2018
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5/11/2024 11:25:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the kitchen, sometimes called a mothers shackles, this poem is delicious with wit, but filled with soberness, the last two lines I don't know whether to smile or frown, is she trapped in a pattern of degradation? sad but beautiful.
Thankyou for your interest.Sunday lunches take a toll. Best regards, .