Returning from the market
Like returning
from the market
pushing a cart --
in it, a pillow
of rice weighing
a little more than
a newborn baby,
a bouquet of veggies
stuffed in a plastic bag,
greens spilling out,
roots breaking out,
fish and tiger prawns
frozen with ice fragments
slowly thawing in
a dragon-print carrier,
brown crinkly paper bags
of baked bread
and sweet buttered buns
still warm from the oven --
I've gathered words
from every source and scene,
they are heavy
and I cannot hurry.
** The more I rush, the more likely I will lock up and not write at all. So this one's just me telling myself. :)
4 comments:
this is a great example of an every day scene, painted as poetry, wherein doing you turn the every day into poetics. Fantastic job Raven. And btw, I love tiger prawns, can't find them too easily over here. We have things they call prawns, but in reality they are nothing but jumbo shrimp, not like the kind I used to get on my travels. Great piece. thanks
Wow, I simply love this; it is exquisite!
Ooh, this actually makes quite hungry--your words carry vivid sensations! K.
Fred, Anna and K: Thanks. :)
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