Maple Syrup
The glass container slips out of my shaking palms
Plummeting to the ceramic floor
Jagged pieces scatter as the jug shatters
The dark sweet syrup
Evicted from her home
Now oozes past the shards of glass
Your kitchen, a sticky and sharp hazard zone
Frantically grabbing paper towels
We try our best
To clean this kitchen mess up
Before your mom gets back
And notices where her maple syrup has gone
Plummeting to the ceramic floor
Jagged pieces scatter as the jug shatters
The dark sweet syrup
Evicted from her home
Now oozes past the shards of glass
Your kitchen, a sticky and sharp hazard zone
Frantically grabbing paper towels
We try our best
To clean this kitchen mess up
Before your mom gets back
And notices where her maple syrup has gone
Ooh I love the musicality you have in this piece, and the word choice overall. The imagery is also evocative and I can almost see the scene. More to say in workshop! Nice job
ReplyDeleteThis was adorable. I love and admire how to took something so simple and turned it into such an imaginative, dramatic, and even cinematic story. really good job:)
ReplyDeleteI like the line “frantically grabbing kitchen towels” it evoked the most imagery for me. It carries the line “ .. shaking palms” through. Shows that you have a sticky secret.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part of this poem is the universal memory that you invoke, of messing up with a friend, and frantically trying to fix it before the adults return. You did a great job in creating that split second when time freezes as the mistake happens, and then the frantic moments that follow where you act quickly without dwelling on what happened.
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