pea soup

stuck in a cauldron
of pea soup
holding on
to her splintered
wooden spoon
i sink like quicksand.

as the rest say grace
(there's more than
four, you know)
the show begins.

with toasts
and roasts
they amuse themselves
with complacent
satisfaction.

slowly the ice melts
this glass disappears
this plate disappears
this chair disappears

this voice
sinks further
into a cauldron
of pea soup.

Author's Note

for a contest called 'empty'

Reviews

[NeiL ArandA]

Empty room after guest had left and vanished . It's still a mystery to me why be so immersed with a pea soup . It must be really good . And the noise and the crowd are just but a blurr . I've been to numerous social gatherings myself . And what ireally looking for is a real treat .A simple dish and a pleasant and good conversation . If the latter is not available . I'll eat the soup like a whirlpool .

[Faruque Azam]

Other than the fact that ou analogised my favorite food with a swirling cauldron of death THIS WAS AMAZIN!

[Pollai]

This is really interesting. This is one of those that I can write more than one interpretation about. There is a sense of uneasiness as I read it, makes it a bit of a chilling read but intriguing never the less. The third stanza made a smile, this is a very simple piece but its got a lot to it

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has the feeling of being sucked down into quicksand or into a vortex as a helpless victim but as a willing particpant glad to escape?

[Mockingbird]

YOU SAID IT! that's exactly what it was. thank you.

[Michael G. Smith]

Very interesting piece. I like the perspective by which everything disappears.