Haiku Can starfish be stars? Can jellyfish be jelly? Can monkfish be monks? Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
This is my first response to a daily Three Things Challenge from the Haunted Wordsmith. Thanks for reading!
Somehow Sarah managed to turn her key in the lock as she struggled to hold on to the two overfilled grocery bags. Her head and shoulders damp from the unexpected light rain. Brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, she entered her small apartment and dumped the bags on the kitchen table. She thought again about moving to a larger place. Having a better-equipped kitchen would make all the difference to an aspiring chef like her. As she unloaded her groceries one of the eggplants, an ingredient for the Greek Moussaka she had promised to make for her neighbor, fell from her grasp and rolled across the floor, wedging itself in that annoying gap between the refrigerator and the pantry where it was impossible to retrieve anything. “Damn it” she seethed reaching for the broom. “Here we go again”. Down on her knees she pushed the handle of the broom into the tight space and tried to wiggle the eggplant free. It didn’t budge. She turned the broom around and attempted to sweep it from the narrow opening. As she repeatedly pulled on the handle it started to move. Inch by inch she slowly managed to dislodge it from its prison. One last yank on the broom and the eggplant flew across the tiny kitchen, smacked straight into a kitchen cabinet on the opposite wall, slithered downwards and landed with a loud splat on the tiled floor looking like a beached jellyfish.
Three Things Challenge – June 13 Eggplant, Jellyfish, Space