Wednesday, 15 April 2020

Day 10 Washing



This started life, from the prompt today, as a hay(na)ku, a three line poem where line one has one word, line two has 2 words, line three has 3. Then I just carried on. Very conscious it's set in Covid-19 times.

Time stretches

Dark
blue pillowcase
yellow towel blowing
in mild breezes heavy
branch acting as washing line
pole carefully crafted by woodsmen last
spring only looking back one year already nostalgia.

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