My fury flattens the hilly dough with a roller!
My anger cut the timid vegetables into pieces!
The vicious green/red chilli seems enraged
but cannot cope with me
The scented cardamon spreads its aroma to flatter me
but my furious heart smashes them and throw in broth
I am ruthless, carry out mayhem in the kitchen every day.
You do not see this me
The colourful, delicious meals please you.
You burp over sumptuous cuisine and a wife…
O, no, you are not Agamemnon
who is setting off his fleet to rescue a Helen
You are not going to sacrifice Clytemenstra’s Ifigenia
to give life to the still ships on the bank of Aegean
You are just a timeless patriarch
who move over every land from time to time
to dip the sunray in your dark, narcissistic world
Lest I should excel you with my artistic promise.
Umme Salma
Published in Hecate in 2022
Salma Seclusion 