Spring Washing – A Poem By Carol J Forrester

Today is the first day we have risked the washing line.
The sheets go out first,
pale faced in the morning brightness,
skirts scattering about wind born legs.
The sweaters are more resilient to such weather,
they slouch from their pegs
warming slowly 
arms raised like they are reaching
to pin themselves in place.
Caught by their knees, dresses fold over
hang like school children from trees
laughter in their fluttering. 
The garden becomes a gathering,
loud in their wet chatter.
Today is the first day we have risked a washing line,
hope goes out first. 

Franz Marc, Flatternde Wäsche im Wind (1906)

16 Comments

  1. Loving the way you weave the title into this lovely poem that evokes the freshness of spring alongside something that tastes of winter’s last bitter bite!

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  2. You infused the image with the warmth of hopeful words, and the skills you bring to the task. I do recall my mother hanging clothes in the garage when “outside” was not sn option.

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  3. I absolutely love, love this, Carol! Especially; “Caught by their knees, dresses fold over hang like school children from trees laughter in their fluttering.”❤️❤️

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  4. Clothes pinning themselves…flush with the stories of their owners…so much life happened around the pinning of clothes to the line…stories kept alive by the movement of the drying shirts…

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