by Caroline Whalley
And so to clothe the flesh today Wardrobe ignored since Covid’s stay A few favourites now, live on my chair Pants, socks and tops still rest in drawers My clothes go through a three day cycle Worn clean, half clean and then re-cycle Laundry is quick no sorting needed Into fast cycle unimpeded Bed sheets still changed once a week Often Sunday, then sent to wait In the basket on the landing, For Monday's ritual washing day.
Day 5, of what will be a ‘one a day’ poem. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series written throughout the month of April 2021. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.