That man, the painter—
nothing better to do
And so, I’ll begin the sketch. She is magnificent–
her sturdy body, and her muscled arms—
they ache–bent over scrubbing all day–
my back, my legs! And still the ironing,
not done. The light is fading. The color, not quite right.
But that glow illuminating her? Our lady of the laundry. . .
yes, I pray, but. . .oh, this basket top-full and heavy.
Come child, give me your hand,
my dear little one. I’ll tell you a story–
once there was a man who painted
all the weariness gone.
April is Poetry Month, and there are so many challenges and prompts! I won’t be doing or posting every NaPoWriMo prompt, but today I’m combining this “early bird” prompt with the dVerse poetics prompt where De asked to write about laundry. This formatting took way too long to figure out. Tomorrow is the start of Paul Brookes’ Ekphrastic Challenge.