My empty stomach growling,
I turned on the machine.
Whir!
With my small cup of kernels,
And a patient smile,
I pour them into the machine.
Clatter!
I close the lid,
And cut the butter.
Slice!
Perfectly cut up,
I melt the butter in the microwave.
Buzz!
Now,
I just have to wait.
Pop!
Was that,
Could it be?
Pop!
Yes,
It was!
Pop!
Now white and bigger,
The kernels have blossomed into popcorn,
Piling on top of each other like snow.
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
Soon the popping stopped,
And so did the buzzing,
Giving me a reason to turn off the machine.
Silence.
I took the butter out of the microwave,
Dumped the popcorn into a bowl,
Before pouring butter onto the hot edible snow.
Sizzle!
I sprinkled a flavorful amount of salt,
Mixed it all together,
And took a bite.
Crunch!
A buttery and salty sensation hit my tongue,
Making me grin from ear to ear,
As I take another bite.
Crunch!
Loved it as a child,
Love it now,
And I always will!
About the Creator
Rebecca Patton
Ever since discovering Roald Dahl, I wanted to be an author who would delight and move her readers through her stories. I also wrote my debut novel, "Of Demons and Deception" on Amazon.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (3)
Haven’t had popcorn in years and now I’m thinking about that hot butter and salt.
Ha ha don’t like popcorn but loved this fun verse
Hot edible snow, I loved that! Such a delicious poem!