Ignored On A Shelf

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – “Chilling Out”   (posted by Lillian)
Pick something that resides in or out of your refrigerator.  Let that be the inspiration for a poem.

ignore me.
I am one glass jar,
of many on your fridge’s shelf.
But, wait until you need to use some hot horseradish
for a sauce or Bloody Mary. I will still be on that same shelf, my date expired.


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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14 Responses to Ignored On A Shelf

  1. Charley says:

    Haha! And I thought horseradish had a half-life! Excellent point of view piece. Spicy repartee from a jar of canned heat. Great!


  2. Kathy Reed says:

    Fun with the prompt 🙂


  3. Oh it might burn a bit less as it ages but it’s still there waiting,

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  4. A bit passive-agressive from the sauce I’m thinking 🙂 – (of course vodka in the freezer never expires).


  5. vidyatiru says:

    that bottle of horseradish can give company to other items in my fridge 🙂
    made me smile


  6. lillian says:

    You got me! LOVE it! The personification of horseradish — perfect! And that daring jar….issuing an ultimatum, a dare of sorts…..LOVE it! 🙂 Chuckling I am.


  7. Frank Hubeny says:

    I wonder if that horseradish might still be good after the use by date. I don’t know.


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