Angie’s Antics…
Down in the Freezer!
For: Poppy's Prompts #3: March
Hot
Humid day
Emerald green sky…
Maybe more hail on the way?
What better time for a deep dive…
Down, down, down… into the chilly abyss
Dad’s crammed chest freezer… with ice encrusted
Will I topple in, vanish… never to be seen again… alive?
A mental compass activated; Search and Rescue Mission, or Destroy?
Vanilla yoghurt abandoned eons ago… Dad detests yogurt! He’s disgusted!
Retrieve… then definitely dump; ditch, discard… our only ploy.
Takeaway container… icy spiderwebs embellish
Pink, yellow, green, red… mould?!
Eek! I recoil…it sure looks hellish!
Your mother made that!
Dad chirps up with a grin.
Mum’s gone, she died
Two years it’s been.
It’s her Trifle!
We decide.
Yum?!
***
Ham!
Half a leg
Frozen solid!
We only need a bit.
The circular saw… Dad’ll fix it!
Burning metallic smell…
“This tastes horrid!”
That didn’t
Go so…
Well!
***
“Mum!
This is off!”
“Don’t be silly…
It’s just tomato sauce…”
Sip and try… we almost cry!
“Grandie’s put vinegar in!”
“Waste not, want not…”
His motto to
Live
By!
***
Stale
Dry bread
Without a doubt, toss it out
Into the back yard… birds will be fed.
Curry, mince or stew… any old brew
Oh, put it in a container… save it!
For Cocoa the dog, it’ll do.
Dad sure was frugal!
He made life
Fun! For...
Every
One!
***
About the Creator
Angie the Archivist 📚🪶
Addicted to reading… especially fiction and recently poetry.
Personality of a Labrador.
Attention span of a gnat! 🙃
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Comments (12)
Charming and stomach churning all at once! Fantastic poem and great incorporation of the words! Like your dad I can’t condone food waste…hope I make things fun too!
Sounds like my daughter clearing my stuff when I’m traveling. Super clever and well done. I’m off now to clear out my garage freezer, CYA later, LOL:
Oh the forgotten freezer depths! Sounds like a biohazard!
This was funny, gave me such a great picture of that freezer!
Haha I love this! Reminds me I really need to get around to cleaning out my fridge and pantry again.
Angie, your poem skillfully combines comedy and a hint of nostalgia, taking the reader on a pleasant trip through the nostalgic and quirky nooks of a family freezer!
Loved this! So well done! Such descriptive language - rich with life!
hahaha I love this! Your Dad sounds iconic. Glad you cleaned out that freezer though... it just might've need it? Great writer's voice especially Angie!
Ewwww, hahahahahahahhaa!! The long forgotten gross "treasures" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Loved your poem!
I love the playfulness of the visual structure of your poem and the poetic contents (of the fridge as it were). The context of memory and frugality brings elements of an elegy to the poem but without sacrificing its sense of playful celebration. This is really out of the box poetry. I love it!
Wonderful work. You always amaze me with your talent of putting words together that make sense and make a statement. That was a good read!!! 😎
The mysteries of the deep freeze. My mum has a chest freezer. It has frozen peas that have been captured by the ice as they've escaped from the bag and the strangest containers of food thst you dread what they may contain. This was fun!