Poem: 22-4-2014

Dirty Laundry

Every once in a while

We open our eyes to a pile

Of dirty laundry shoved under

The carpet, having festered over

The years. It gives a distinct smell

Of neglect and distrust, we can tell

The years have made it difficult

To remove the stain. To add insult

To injury, we pick at it, scratch

The scabs, cover it and patch

The wounds, like a pet project.

It’s an open sore, even if we inject

All manner of cleaning and dusting.

We store it till the next spring cleaning

In the deepest, darkest cupboard

Swaddle in clean sheets and to ward

Off foul scents, add sweet lavender

It is what it is, and remains forever

Dirty laundry.

Lalarukh Lasharie

The Lines