Day 17: A Poem Describing Something with at Least Three of the Five Senses
I vaguely remember having a prompt like this in a poetry class in school.
Slice of Life
The whole kitchen exhales
this ethereal aroma for hours after.
Its golden gleam cannot be diminished
by dull fluorescent lights.
A gentle rap on its surface
evokes soft echoes of childhood.
It tastes of crisp, warm memories.
The Cynical Optimist 