The ants in my kitchen

My kitchen shows my personal touches

And my artistic sensibilities as well,

For this is the place where I spend

A lot of my time

Preparing, cooking, serving and washing up.

Every time I place my chopping board

On my work surface near my cooker,

A dozen red harmless ants approach

To taste the colorful vegetables

Which I am dicing, chopping,

Shredding, grating, top and tailing.

They always seduce me like the Trojan Horse,

With warmth emanating

From their inner selves,

Reflective of their souls

With the oceanic depth of their hearts.

With tranquil, vast expansive eyes,

The females move with passion

Exuberance and coquetry

And the males maintain

The decorum of being gentlemen.

With a camouflaged smile,

I look at them

And I know how guarded they are,

And how they trust people

Only when they have proven themselves

Trustworthy and loyal.

I blow a kiss with glee

When they move back

Behind my cooker,

Their quiet zone, their comfort zone.

When I go on a holiday,

I think of them

And about what they must be doing

In their world of silent love,

Beyond the intangible,

Beyond the apparent

Far from this madding crowd.

Suddenly, my ants flash to my mind,

Climbing the mount of hope

With no rope,

Like a group of white star cabin crew.

They know I will be back soon

And I can see the fireworks blazing

In a glorious moment

When the sound of my chopping board

And knife ring the bells of joy

For the rapprochement.

pramila khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

13 thoughts on “The ants in my kitchen

  1. suzette portes san jose

    hello Pram…miss you…sweet ants …sweet as you are keeping you company and perhaps admiring you while cooking… you keep them living and loving… nice one i enjoyed it…imagining the bunch of ants 🙂

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  2. Jagdish Singh Ramana

    Great! The ants prefer the sweet so they came in the kitchen of the poet. The ants symbolises readers and the kitchen poems- sweet and melodious: I felt. Such a beautiful description.
    “Far from this madding crowd”, what an apt phrase! I want to be one of them.

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