Sunday, January 18

No chore, this...

Washing Up

The kitchen sink holds extra charm
as she's encircled by his arm
and melodies unheard enhance
their poorly timed, impromptu dance.

The peeling paint or grime streaked wall -
they don't matter then at all,
for romance cloaks a mundane task
with magic. What more could one ask?

Inspired by Tess at The Mag 254

17 comments:

  1. Fun fun fun at the kitchen hall. I rather like your notion romance here, it was on point!

    - ksm

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  2. Magic and the mundane, blending. Works every time!

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  3. love that rhythm Jinksy and those sweet rhymes...like this one very much!

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  4. Wonderful, impromptu dance of a poem, Jinksy (and this one is not "poorly timed"!). Thank you.

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  5. "romance cloaks a mundane task with magic"---this is glorious, not only when one has it, but your depiction of it here in words!

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  6. The scene you have captured is far better than having to wash up.

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  7. Good control of rhyme and metre in this lovely little kitchen sink poem. Much enjoyed.

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  8. love kitchen dancing......great poem!

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  9. if you have romance who cares about where you are...great poem!

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  10. It must have been one of the few bright spots in the grey and grimy soviet union ....

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  11. An instant favourite. I love it!

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  12. Magic indeed...especially in the kitchen...

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  13. Loved this one Jinksy ..hurrah for romance!

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