Domestic Corner…

Hello Poetry Lovers

Now I love writing about housework, I have no idea why. I’m not an avid follower of this practice. (Sneezes from the dust).

I mean, my dollshouse is immaculate, not a hair out of place but a 1:1 home …. Well….

The lovely talented poet Trisha Broomfield has given us a sharp insight into the nostalgia we carry of our mothers doing housework as we were growing up. Who remembers Fight the Flab by the hallowed Terry Wogan? Everybody, I think. This is so well summed up.

Do read on for this lovely piece….

Dusting

Mum wore stilettos to do the dusting

kicking them under the sideboard

the minute Terry Wogan began his

Fight the Flab.

She bent, stretched, 

plied her way round the dining room,

stopping only to make a coffee

with full cream milk.

The dust awaited her return,

settling down softly

behind her back.

Afternoons were filled with ironing

she burnt through dad’s vest

while watching the racing on TV,

as her choice romped home lengths ahead.

The next day, more dusting,

spraying surfaces with Pledge

daring dust to settle.

It took no notice.

Motes floated, 

slid along sunbeams chuckling

daring her to flick her yellow duster.

But she did, 

stilettos at the ready, duster in hand

she gave battle daily.

20/04/2023Trisha Broomfield

Wasn’t that wonderful, PL’s. Thank you so much, Trisha. Please keep them coming. There is housework in all our souls, as cherished as cooking…..

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….