Angry Kettles

One of the many boiling kettles

The Well Tempered Bards

Angry, blistering, snarling,

My kettle needs attending to,

It is screaming for my attention.

Inside it boils skin-burning

Frustrations

“Pour me out!” it cries,

Steam pouring from the only escape route.

I hurry to stop its ear-piercing screech,

Unsure of what it says about me…

Am I alleviating its pain?

Or assuaging my own?

*No pic today to go with this. Letting it speak for itself.

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