The cooking class

 

 

The cooking class

 

She tells you

           That kitchen is a place

                               Alike a writing desk.

The worm foods are poetry that a chef creates.

 

She tells you to mix

Ingredients in a bowl of

                            Lovely porcelain

White as the stillness of her pearls.

 

She shows you how to mix.

You have yawned after the 1^st class!

She overlooks prodigal’s flickers.

 

She shows you to warm the pot

                   To pour a slab of butter

                           To fry the vegetables

No, no. Just a bit of red

 

She showed you.

 

 

Back at the house

You have tried

And tried

 The closest of the imitation

Only to find a placid taste.

 

She has not told you

The key ingredient:

A bit of whipped love.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[~crazy Beautiful~]

I can't cook at all, but this piece makes me want too
love it
nice work
thank you for entering my contest

[Brenda Sue]

I love this, being an avid cook, I could picture that class. Wonderfully penned. Great job.

[mattavelli]

You made me hungry.