3030 Poetry Challenge – Day 17

Prompt: April 17th ‘Nebula’

Nebula? What the…. Google…


Ahh… ok, slightly off on a tangent, here goes…


Ceramic shards fly into a cloud of flour and fat

as the bowl slips from her hands.

The mass, intended as the epicentre of celebrations,

now a free-for-all snack for the family dogs.

Her tears are not for the wasted ingredients,

nor the splinters that lie at her feet,

but the weeks of scrimping and saving

that went towards the purchase

of the appliance and attachments (including bowl and dough hook)

as used by the TV chef,

and her mother’s assurance,

‘don’t worry, it was an accident,

as long as you’re alright.’


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