I’m finding the stories and poems that I wrote during the height of the Pandemic to be pretty cool.
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday I’m re-posting ” The Kitchen In The Woods ” because I don’t think I was trying to capture a sense of isolation and desolation, but I did:
THE KITCHEN IN THE WOODS
FIRST PUBLISHED AT MY ENDURING BONES
APRIL 22, 2020
Photographer Unknown
I remember
a small cool room at the back of the house
encased in smooth plaster walls turned beige with age.
Grainy yellow light filtered through a row of dusty windows.
Shelves lined with ceramic cannisters decorated with labels of grapes and apples rolling pins and sunflowers.
Swollen tin cans entombed in darkness behind tall cupboard doors
A light green cake plate waiting to be fed sits upon a wobbly splintered wooden table surrounded by four worn out mismatched kitchen chairs
Hanging from the wall, next to the black iron stove
a row of well sharpened, shiny knives
twinkle like starlight on a clear cold winter night.
My Grandmother’s kitchen
in
her house in the woods.
Photo by Aphiwat chuangchoem on Pexels.com
Reposted For Fandango’s Flashback Friday