The Thing with….

Hello Poetry Lovers

For this post, I thought I’d feature things that are around us. These are usually domestic appliances and household goods, which I thought could be rich pickings.

These items come across as impersonal and yet they’re not. They become a part of us, and sweep up and clean our anguishes and emotions.

Anyway, I’ve picked on the dishwasher on this occasion. Do read on

The Thing with dishwashers is

Your plates reek of rinse aid

To them on a par with Kool-aid

your chinaware is sautéed

You don’t feel in control

your homeware losing its soul

Especially your dessert bowls

But no more scrubbing with suds

While wearing cheap rubber gloves

making you resentful yet smug

Consider your poor fading china

Vital to any kind of diner

Supermarket bought, not designer

Glasses discoloured and faded

The heart of your house invaded

You feel naked and violated  

And you’re still scrubbing larger pans

Ruining your once girlish hands

Ironically only the dishwasher understands

HM 2025

I hope you liked that, PL’s. All domestic poems are welcome. A piece on the washing machine perhaps, or that dustpan and brush!

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