Sunday, 1 February 2015

Early memories

Monday morning

washboard rhythms

dancing Fairy suds.

The heavy mangle

loaded up

clasped in place across the sink

squeezing, pushing, pressing

water gushing, dripping.

Clothes on the line breezing

Tea on the go brewing

Mum singing.

 

Soft berry summer days

sweet smells

burning red hot pinkish scum

That enormous jam pot

busy atop the stove.

Glass jars lie in wait throughout the kitchen

saucers at the doorstep setting

bees at the saucers buzzing

me licking my lips.

 

© Sheila Ash, 19th January 2015

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