Your Pantry Is Empty

 

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Your Pantry Is Empty

Your pantry is empty.

You ate through

the cheeses,

the nuts and the chutneys.

You finished the honey and the imported wine.

There is no jasmine tea,

no lapsang souchong.

You are out of your 

fragrant rose waters,

organic olive oils,

balsamic vinegars and

vanilla pods.

You ran out of saffron and cardamom long ago.

There is no pink salt, 

no Ras el hanout, 

no Arabian sugar.

In fact, you are out of 

all of your usual spices.

Your pantry is empty.

Except for me.

I have been sitting here in the dark,

waiting for you to find me.

I am a little dusty and

it’s hard to read what I once was.

You think you can see peppercorns and cloves.

Even a cinnamon stick.

So I had to be of value once.

My date has expired, of course.

You should have thrown me out long ago.

I might even be dangerous.

Yet, your pantry is empty.

You don’t have a lot of options.

Eventually you will take that risk.

I have been here for a while.

I don’t mind waiting a little longer.

GloPoWriMo Day 20 - a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food