Adeline’s Kitchen

Written for:  Quickly – Simply
Make of ’em what you will

poetry reading

Extra chair, here.
Four people will share
a meal at this table in
Adeline’s. Centerpieces
are hardly that; artificial
flowers stand like soldiers
in rinsed out soda bottles.
Code of dress does not apply
here. We are outcasts,
past and present, on this
holiday eve. We make do.
Stew simmers, and warmth
begins to color the room
with coziness. They will
be here soon. A full moon
guides their way.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Adeline’s Kitchen

  1. Lorraine says:

    What a welcoming place — curious that the full moon needs guide them on the Eve of what? Love being left with things to ponder. I was thoroughly engaged in your piece.


  2. This is so warm and cozy. I’d love a place like you describe.


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