Tuesday, September 10, 2013

The kitchen haiku

Smell of onions fried
last night still wafts up – open door
or not? Mosquitos ...


– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2013)

Instigated by Haiku Heights and Kitchen.

Notes
If there is anything I dislike about Rome, it is the plenty of its noiseless, blood-thirsty mosquitos. These guys give you no acoustic warning.
Once again, this is an all-true, razor-edge-of-time piece of poetry. Nothing invented, no artificial ingredients. About to go down to kitchen to open that door and see if there's some fruit for second breakfast.

3 comments:

alicekeysmd said...

Love this. I come home to smells from cooking after the food is long gone. But, so far, no mosquitoes.

Nice haiku with a surprise punch at the end. Good job.

Please visit my kitchen as I cooked dinner last night:

http://alicekeysmd.wordpress.com/2013/09/10/kitchen-gods/

Usha Menon said...

Nice Haiku. I love the flavour of fried onions.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Onions and mosquitoes--both peskily persistent!

Fragrant Cocina