When Maurice Sendak died, I saw several references in blog posts to this charming verse book, Chicken Soup with Rice (HarperCollins, 1962).
In honor of this horrible heat we’re having lately, here’s “August.”
it will be so hot
I will become
a cooking pot
cooking soup of course.
cooking chicken soup
–Maurice Sendak,? from Chicken Soup with Rice
Honestly, the thought of hot soup on a hot August day makes me feel a little queasy! I’d much prefer hot soup in January, “while slipping /?on the sliding ice” or in March, when “the wind /?blows down the door / and spills my soup / upon the floor.” But it’s August, so there ya go.
Rena at On the Way to Somewhere has the Poetry Friday Roundup today! Head on over and enjoy!