The imagery in this short poem is exquisite. Visit Kate McClelland‘s blog and let your imagination run wild . . . or balance on the toss of a spoon . . . whichever is your pleasure 🙂
I threw a little teaspoon
I threw a little teaspoon into the kitchen sink.
It landed in a cereal bowl that bobbed on the surface of the hot soapy water
It lay there like the Lady of Shalott in her dying throes
I saw that little teaspoon
Floating in a sea of suds in perpetuity.
Then I saw myself adrift in a boat on a blue lake far away
With mountains, trees wild flowers and untamed creatures for company
And I suddenly envied the spoon
Kate McClelland c 2017
Lovely this poem. Tweeted it on @bakeandwrite.
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Thanks very much, that’s very kind of you :0)
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Thank you, Robbie ❤
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Sweet!
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Lovely poem. You made me jealous of the teaspoon too. Well done.
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Thanks for stopping by, Patricia ❤
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Lovely!
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Thank you for stopping by, Cynthia ❤
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Now my question is: when you saw yourself adrift on the boat…were you upside down? I’m thinking of the concavity of the spoon. And brilliant poem! I love it when they make my mind do that…have all these little fun questions that spin out while reading. 🙂
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Wonderful, Cyndi! I love the way your mind works 🙂 ❤
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