My father
(Dad)
is painting in the spare room.
Prussian Blue mixes with an anonymous gray
(I don’t recall the name;
it’s been a while since Saturday morning Bob Ross,)
creating foggy mountains laced with Cobalt Violet,
spreading out against Alizarin Crimson and Cadmium Orange:
a late-stage sunset.
My father
(Papa)
is cooking in the kitchen.
Softly shining stainless steel
against brightly polished cherry wood.
Silver flashes in the mid-afternoon light:
a knife cuts cleanly
into deep purple eggplant
and fern-colored zucchini.
About the Creator
Emily Massengale
I grew up in the South, listening to cicadas and wandering old cemeteries. Writing about the places I explored and whatever else my mind dreamt up always came natural to me, and it's still my favorite way to destress and escape.
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