Napowrimo 30

I think this is the first time I've ever successfully completed NAPOWRIMO! Woot woot!

The Goddess Washes Dishes

She washes them by hand – she wants to feel

This quintessential part of life, this scrubbing away

Of assemblages of coal, garlic, potato skin,

the peeling of of gossamers of grease,

this unraveling of everything

that baked inside the bottom of the pan,

refused to let go. She scrapes it all away,

she lets it soak, she hums along with the tintinnabulation

of water meeting water, pooling redolent, scented

with the dulcet smell of pomegranate soap.

She breathes it in, finds peace in this dance

Of hands and sponge and dinner plate,

And salad bowl. She sighs with satisfaction

As the flip on the garbage disposal

swallowing everything that ever ailed her

Down its hatch with a mellifluous groan.

I can't say I'm incredibly proud of any of my poems, but some do show promise. Let May be the month of picking up the pieces, of finding something beautiful in these shards.