I was rather bewildered by the poetics prompt at DVerse this week, which is about either the inside or outside of our refrigerator. My family’s current refrigerator has no magnets on it, which is a contrast with how it was in my childhood. I think this could be extended as a metaphor for children being more open and honest and people “growing up” and assimilating, at the expense of their true self. Without any further ado, here is my poem, inspired unexpectedly by my refrigerator!
My fridge has a blank chrome face,
For magnets and papers there is no place,
In childhood it was different:
We had many magnets, and assent
To show our family’s personality.
My fridge looks perfect; I prefer verity.