A green t-shirt is
Pinched and gripped by pegs,
The line sways as a
Breeze nips frisks and begs
To whisk the shirt away.
Tempestuous green cloth
Wafts in scented drafts,
Clean, it spins and scoffs.
Polly Robinson © 2013
Polly
Writings and Witterings
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01/02/2013 at 23:27
I wonder, do many people still hang their wash outside to dry? Is a nostalgic image, but I can do without the wrinkles.
01/02/2013 at 23:30
heh-heh, wrinkles ~ wouldn’t it be nice to tumble them away
01/02/2013 at 23:31
I was referring to the wrinkles in the clothes, but the message remains the same for the face.
01/02/2013 at 23:32
Yep, I thought so
02/02/2013 at 00:05
Can see it flickering in the breeze like in a washing powder advert!
02/02/2013 at 00:35
Hmmmm … flickering’s a cool way to describe it
02/02/2013 at 00:49
Nice image!
02/02/2013 at 06:07
Ooh, ta
02/02/2013 at 01:03
Love the spinning and scoffing
02/02/2013 at 06:11
Ha! It’s what they do
02/02/2013 at 01:03
Picturing breezes out in the valley, warm comforting thoughts thank you
02/02/2013 at 06:12
Cool
02/02/2013 at 17:14
My laundry smells so wonderful coming from the clothesline, it make ironing less traumatic!
Perhaps because the air smells so sweet?
02/02/2013 at 23:35
There is nothing so sweet and fresh
02/02/2013 at 23:14
Lovely sound here. Down with dryers! k.
02/02/2013 at 23:36
Like Lea said ‘air smells so sweet’
03/02/2013 at 01:49
The visuals spring out of these words. Beautifully crafted, Polly.
All good wishes, Eric
03/02/2013 at 10:31
Thank you Eric, good to see you enjoyed ‘Green T-shirt’
03/02/2013 at 18:58
Breeze nips frisks and begs
To whisk …haha..so good…can you help me unknot my tongue now…? smiles
03/02/2013 at 20:28
heh-heh, was it a tad tricky Claudia?
Good to see you enjoyed it
04/02/2013 at 10:25
Concise and neat, it captures a moment wonderfully.
04/02/2013 at 10:42
Great to hear from you Gary ~ glad you enjoyed Green T-shirt
04/02/2013 at 14:54
I love hanging out my clothes outside – tumble dryers never quite do it for me. Unfortunately, in winter, that means lots of unsightly laundry on radiators… less poetic.
04/02/2013 at 15:15
Nothing quite like fresh air, ‘eh, Marina
06/02/2013 at 00:01
you make laundry day fun
06/02/2013 at 07:21
heh-heh … sounds like a Fleetwood Mac song
heh-heh 
06/02/2013 at 01:28
Some fun…the poem, not the activity.
I’ve never hung clothing outside in my life: city girl. LOL!
06/02/2013 at 07:23
Wow, Jamie! Some claim to fame!
I’ve done my fair share of what my mum called ‘lining it’
10/02/2013 at 20:36
Mmmm love the smell of freshly aired and dried clothes – especially bed sheets
10/02/2013 at 21:44
Nothing quite like it