My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Empire of Scents
This Tuesday Grace has set us the challenge of writing a poem about scents.
It’s a wet Tuesday,
Rain spits at the closed window
And I’m listening to the radio,
Following in grandmother’s footsteps.
The iron steams.
Clothes, rescued from the line
Are scented with raindrops,
Creased and pleading
To be smooth.
I press fabric between iron and board,
Breathe in a warm memory
And slip down the years
To the lily of the valley embrace
Of the woman
Who taught me
How to iron away
A rainy day.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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