Home

and yours?

by Kathleen Wilson

I did invite him
but why would he decide to come
with his grandmother
after our shopping

poached eggs she said
I will make them for you
I answered with red cabbage
and creamed spinach

he looks eyeful at me
from across the street
as she goes inside to the kitchen
his finger points at me

wiggles a hook
underwater
we should talk more
each morning

he says it after his long mean silence
gently everything
try again now then
let's begin with

what's your name
mine rolls
over the egg
buttery

and yours?
a long silence
I know
he is still thinking

03/21/2008

Posted on 03/21/2008
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/22/08 at 12:29 AM

An intriguing little vignette - the poached eggs is great and the "let's begin with what's your name mine rolls over the egg buttery". I enjoyed this sequence.

Posted by JD Clay on 03/27/08 at 03:59 AM

This is an interesting query, Kathabela, set up by an inquisitive title to pique the reader’s curiosity. There is definitely more to this intriguing piece than meets the eye. I like the way you think, see and write beyond the norm, then wave your magical poetry wand over the whole thing with your signature touch.

Posted by Paul Lastovica on 05/06/08 at 05:36 PM

if your name is egg, then mine is bacon. crisp.

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)