Out of the Rain.
Crumpets 🤍
The rain splatters - - heavy against the drab pavement,
Ricocheting upward in liquid defiance.
A pathetic fallacy,
Of just another high school day.
Drenched and dejected,
The wind drives me home.
Hair tangled; cheeks red and sore.
My key turns and the door swings open,
Into silence.
Breathe.
I watch the toaster glow red
Like hot embers warming my spirit,
I relish in the comforting pop -
As two cylindrical
Treasures leap from their cocoon.
The soothing scrape of the knife,
Spreading salted butter - thick and melting.
It lingers -
Then sinks slowly into bed.
My first bite is always the most precious,
That tangible, cathartic crunch of peace.
And the last, a tender gift.
Offering the final crumbs of solace.
Before the noise of night,
And family feuds,
Begin again.
About the Creator
Celia in Underland
Just a voice finding its echo. Teacher - reader-writer-cat lover. Wanderer. Weirder than a koala in The Arctic. Magpie for shiny words and stuff. Taking the scenic route home.
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Comments (16)
Goodness Celia this poem is incredible. So rich in story and emotion ❤️
High school, crappy job, broke, all can relate to these words and echo into everything else. Hauntingly beautiful words Celia.
Wow. There is so much more to this poem than meets the eye when you dive into it. And I related to this, the "just another high school day" and getting through it (among other things). This is a great piece Celia!
Oh my that butter on the toast. Mmmm! Got my mouth watering so bad! Loved your poem!
Ricocheting upwards in liquid defiance. What a fantastic line - such a great way of expressing this. Loved this one.
Ah a moment of sweet solitude and snack time bliss! Very well crafted, Celia!
Glad she has the solace of toast.
Savoring those latchkey moments. And yes, I can identify.
"The wind drives me home" - I love that! and the butter "sinking into bed" 😁
Toast is great out the rain, sad about the feuds
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Wow rainy days with toast , cozy feeling eating that snack
What a wonderful way to interweave emotion with snack. "I watch the toaster glow red Like hot embers warming my spirits, I relish in the comforting pop -" Beautiful!
Superb. A little interlude.
What Cathy said:) This is a classic example of your talent. Who makes toast with butter sound this wonderful?
See, this is what I've been looking for. Not just the snack, but the emotion. Well done, my friend.