It's Still Life

II.
for NaPoWriMo “working with line breaks”

Bread Knives Should Be Air-Dried

I dried Mum’s
old silver
with the Moselle River.
Dried her crystal
with Chartres.
The Loire Valley
has a hole in it —
my husband dried
the bread knife
with that one.
I collect
tea towels —
dishtowels.
From our holidays.
I collect them
the way piety
collects
saints.

I have too many tea towels

It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which explains the surge in activity. I’m following three different sites generating daily prompts. Writers’ Digest Poetic Asides, the National Poetry Writing Month website (NaPoWriMo) and my old friend, Walt, over at Gnomes. All of these pieces are drafts.