Just a little slip
A tiny moment of inattention
Preparing to slice
Lemons for tea.
Just a little slip
Of the horridly
Dull knife
She was in too much a hurry to sharpen
It's edge insufficient
To pierce the rind
Slipped off the lemon
To slice her finger tip
Such a little slip for so much blood.
The lemon won
The bandaid necessary
The tea ruined
She abandoned her plans.
J. Binford-Bell 2011
Reading this reminded me of a battle I once had with a lime! And all for a key lime pie to boot!
ReplyDeleteI hate when this happens. Which reminds me, it's time to sharpen the knives!
ReplyDeleteThe more haste, the less pace,knives are tricky devices!
ReplyDeleteSo much blood for such a little slip. Tea ruined... you have layers here. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThis happens and you have described how it happens, so well. A good read.
ReplyDeletePlan B sometimes is the only way to turn. Nice write!
ReplyDeleteWe had similar stiries to tell this week! Band-aid to the rescue!
ReplyDeleteA moment well caught.
ReplyDeleteUh, that was brutal, shame for the tea plans. Lovely described!
ReplyDeletePlease feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
ReplyDeleteHappy Monday!
Love your blog, your poetry is impressive..