The Sunday Wordle http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/, for their Wordle 10 prompt, dished up the following words: pepper, copper, surface, grace, shape, flitting, sands, shade, haze, inhaling, silent, and kisses. I was very honored to have four of the words taken from my last week’s poem.
This was another of those top-down, organic writes. I suppose one might say it was written on autopilot, but this time I know where it came from. Sandy, this one is for you.
COOKING ON AUTOPILOT
by Mike Patrick
No need for thought after all these years.
Cooking on autopilot,
she adjusting the heat under the copper pot
while sprinkling pepper on the simmering surface.
Her thoughts dwell in yesterday:
times when she still had her grace
and that hourglass shape.
Times like their honeymoon,
where they laughed
as they hopped from foot to foot
to escape the burning sand.
Chasing the moving shade of a lonely palm tree
kept them flitting from spot to spot all day.
In the evening haze they made love,
inhaling each other’s kisses
in silent wonder that so much love exists.
She was remembering the looks he gave her back then,
when she felt his lips on the back of her neck.
That had never changed.
She looked at him now and saw that same look,
that same love, staring back.
Turning off the stove,
she called him to dinner.