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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