Alarm Bells Are Ringing …
… and Chef is last out the door.
She’s blushing pink as a boudoir,
her eyes are flashing sky,
and tufts of powder puff hair
escape the sides
of her starched white hat.
This is the Coaching Inn, and
the kitchen is a spreading flame.
written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille 162 “Bell”. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image ©Misky.