The Laundry Dance

Created from the writing prompt: How a pair of socks feel when they get separated in the dryer.

Amongst the suds between the bubbles,

we, two cotton souls, collided

and intertwined our bleach-white hearts

in tumbling rivers of spirals.

 

We cursed those loveforsaken days

that dared to ruin our romance

then swore we’d never part again,

and so began our laundry dance.

 

We tossed and turned in ecstasy

and bounced along the lavender tides.

Alas, our love was meant to be!

In joy we shouted, side by side.

 

But then the final rinse began

and soon we traveled to the dryer.

So quickly did the fear creep in

on high heat set to forty-five.

 

No softener nor dryer sheet

Oh, how we suffered from such sin!

T’was then I lost my love, my mate

To hell’s own bandit: static cling. 

Reviews

[Ivette Carina]

I appreciate a clever way with words, and i truly imagined that dance.

[Audrey Howitt]

I loved this poem! Congratulations! Clever, good meter and wonderful use of metaphor and imagery! I also loved the ending line! Brava