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
Charming , imaginative , whimsical and yet so true to life , so realistic
Thanks dear Amita paul for this wonderful comment
It was a pleasure , Pramila Khadun
The reader will once again find themselves captivated by the author’s singular poetic magic.A truly delightful piece.
Thanks dear friend Louis for this magnanimous comment.Stay blessed.
So common an aspect of our daily life , but reaches its poetic refinement by the artistry of the poet ,
Thanks dear Abu for this encouraging comment, love it.
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 🙂
Such a sweet comment dear Suzette, thanks a lot my good friend.
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.
Thanks dear Jagdish for this amazing comment, love it.
Pramila magnificently evokes the alluring fascination of a fairy tale in ”The Ants in My Kitchen.”
Thanks dear Vijay for this encouraging comment.So kind of u.