Unused Oven

[Delta40]

Greasy oven racks
from spitting roast attacks
lie on the floor
by the laundry door
These are things I douse
in the house
with chemical foam
so it feels like home
I get so proud
when the caustic shroud
eats away the spume
that built up in this room
where family used to eat
now very seldom meet.
I haven't cooked again
since gosh! I don't know when
So I have an unused oven
and I look like I am loving
for anyone who cares
to see the way I fare
when no one is around
to hear the lonely sound
of gleaming shiny chrome
in my empty home.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Oh my! This is SO HARD on yourself. It's as if there is a war going on between these easy, almost jaunty end-rhymes, and the moral of the poem.

[everyadventure]

The mood of this poem is so jaunty, but the lines

"for anyone who cares
to see the way I fare
when no one is around...
in my empty home"

belie some loneliness, no?

[firefangled]

I agree with what has been said about the rhyme in this. I think it is a brilliant counterpoint to the subject matter. It keeps it from sinking into sentimentality. Well done!

[Jerrybaldy]

You should get out that bloody kitchen more and get down to the shellgrit x