Creative Writing and unfinished business…
June 12, 2016 § 6 Comments
soggy washing –
longing for the rain
and getting it
Tagged: creative writing, haiku, poetry
Ah, yes, English weather – and yet the metaphor within this is puts even that into perspective. Nice work, Rachael.
Thanks, Chris. Pleased the rather unsubtle metaphor did its job ! 🙂
Beautiful. Brings back memories of clothes hanging on the line and my grandmother and mother running out to get them in before they were soaking wet. My mother liked our sheets to have that wonderful outdoor scent. I can still remember my sheets smelling of sunshine and summer. I loved that so very much.
Bringing those memories to the forefront of your brain is the best compliment I can ever have. And I remember that smell too 🙂
Lovely, Rachael…yes, I remember all the palaver of putting washing out and then rushing to take it in, and the smell of sun-dried sheets.
Yes! The value of a word, a few words even, that can bring forgotten memories flooding back. I love being old enough to have this. Thank you 🙂
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