White walls,
red table cloth,
beige floors,
typical.
On her birthday
new measuring cups
to weigh and ration
her sanity,
a skillet
to fry her brain,
a cutting board
to dice her dreams neatly,
and an apron
to deem her
slave in the process.
She prepared
a turkey
it wasn't the right
month for it.
He bought a cake
her name was spelled
wrong.
She thought of poisoned dinner
with extra triptophane,
but figured she might
ingest it herself.
He thought of trashing
the cake on account of
the errors and he did.
The kids drop their
book-bags at the door
(She sharpens the knife)
"Mom what's for dinner?"
(She plunges the utensil
like gutting a turkey
carving a perfect gash
into the chest.)
The boy drops the glued
and feathered card for Mom
onto the floor. It turns red,
just like his face.
She didn't think much before
and not much about the after,
but now those damn walls
are stained.
There's going to be
a lot of scrubbing.
In a list
A contest entry
- You Don't Like the Dinner I Fixed? OKAY!! Take that and that! by Melodies.
600 points, ended November 16, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Ahhhh, this is sumptuous and darkly lovely and only you can do.
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I really liked this poem. Quite dark but slightly humourous in a weird way. Very clear imagary- I easily pictured the scene in my mind
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Baffling
A miniscule mystery? A thriller at short notice? I wish there was a clue cleverly placed somewhere for detection not by the traditionally idiot of a police inspector but by a Mrs. Marple. -
WOW
Would just being a MOM be the motive here?
Did you really do this?
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oh wow..........speechless!
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Creative
A wonderful collision of culinary talent and twisted deception. Great imagery with the kids and the stained walls. Humorous as well. Wow, you brought many poetic devices to the table(pun intended). great job, Rhon -
Very nicely wriiten work. Emotive and cold at the same time, descriptive.
Great poem. Well done on that silver, well deserved.
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thanks for sharing
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Especially enjoyed your interpretation of the uses of the culinary birthday tools, second stanza. Stanza 7, you caught the poor children of the couple, anchored by relationship at the horrible scene. Who was there to worry about how the parents' choices would affect them? Last stanza almost feels like the disassociation of shock, focusing on one concrete checklist item instead of the 'big picture'. Feels like she's quite numb, and perhaps was so for a goodly time previously? Sad depiction, well written.
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Thanks so much! I love all the feed back, that's nice you took time out of your day to do so! Thank you again.
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Ya know you slice open those aortic arteries and the blood can be light or dark, depending on which one ya open? Either way its a sweet sickly, sticky mess afterwards. And if you let the body decompose in the kitchen for long he'll smell to high heaven, but when you come back from visiting your mother, if it smells too bad, just turn the electric burners on the stove on to about three and sprinkle on some fresh coffee grinds, takes that stink right out real quick.
Extract of Oleander sap is great for faking a heart attack, except they may be able to figure that one out anymore? a half gram of iridium 129 in a muffin can work wonders on any fool that screws with you.
Hey, I made Carmel stick dogs out of four neighborhood feral dogs and made a weather vane for my roof. looks pretty nice except the damn birds are eating all the nuts off their heads. Damn crows.
Gander
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Love it you have done a nice job with it.Thanks for sharing this with me goodluck to you in the contest.Best wishes and much love
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OH my GOSH!!
A wonderfully dark yet funny poem with dramatic yet homey touches to thrill yet chill the reader!
Admiring and envying your talent, dear poet! WHEW! What a fine poem...
Love the red color scheme.
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