Oddments

In search of story

The Cleaning Lady

4 Comments

She cleans.
Cobwebby grievances
wizened words
fusty dustbunnies of omission
ambushed
in airless corners
of family memory.

Stains and grime
a generation old
clothespinned
on crisscrossed lines
exposed in stale sun
to narrowed eyes.

Dirt.
Familiar friend.
Ally.
Excellent weapon.
Swept
piled
admired
saved
for another
never-new day
re-cycle
re-tell
re-kindle

Eat off your floors?
No, thank you.
So clean a house
lies.

4 thoughts on “The Cleaning Lady

  1. Another wonderful poem. And image!

  2. Thanks, Shirah. I have definitely been influenced by Tamara.

  3. Ha, it was all part of my evil plan. World domination of poetry! I love the description of what the cleaning lady cleans, and how clean a house lies! Boy, do I relate! Another beauty, Maureen!

  4. Thank you! Not just for the kind words but for the laugh. I hope I didn’t wake up my neighbors.

    I’m in the process of being surprised at how cathartic it can be to try to write poetry.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.