Rice and Stew

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by aeidara

by aeidara

There is rice and stew at home,

Hidden in the colourful containers of bright fruits that once housed glaciers of ice cream.

There is rice and stew at home,

Blood red stew seeping through the scars of white plastic.

There is rice and stew at home,

Kept amongst the other misused containers housing grains of never to be told lies.

There is rice and stew at home,

Red oil soaking through clean white refrigerator ice.

There is rice and stew at home,

A white freezer filled with pent up secrets,

Kept in housing surrounded by a white fence so picket.

Like mom used to say,

There is rice and stew at home.

Idara

28/07/2024