The rustle of the bread bag calls
And the rising heat will wobble
Air above the plastic toaster,
There’s nothing quite like baking bread,
That scent that wafts through kitchen windows
Calling in the hungry boys – toast is ready!
Crunching as the knife glides over
Spreading glossy butter, pooling
In yellow lakes, then smothered with the jam,
Ruby red and glistening in the morning light
That slices through the kitchen blinds.
I sometimes just like to pick something mundane and write about it. It really helps to get the creative juices flowing to let your eyes land on the first thing you come across and then commit to writing about that. No saying that it’s too boring – just write.
Today’s prompt was toast – because who doesn’t love toast.