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The Old Washing Machine

13 Mar

The Old Washing Machine

The minute I twist her dial
and pull our her knob
she leaps into action,
fetching bucket upon bucket of water.

Then stops.

What does she do
in those moments of stillness?

Perhaps she’s ruing her instant obedience,
wants to let me know who’s really the boss here.
She’ll start again, but only when
she’s good and ready.

Or she’s planning the job ahead
plotting each agitation
like a skater envisioning
the poised execution
of each spin.

Most likely, though,
she is the old lady
with arthritis
at the bottom of the stairs,
screwing up her courage
for the task ahead.

© 2013 – Violet Nesdoly

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Posted by on March 13, 2013 in Objects

 

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4 responses to “The Old Washing Machine

  1. Maureen

    March 13, 2013 at 9:08 am

    Fun piece.

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  2. mattforrest

    March 13, 2013 at 11:09 am

    Nice! Love the personification of the washer.

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  3. Linda at Teacher Dance

    March 14, 2013 at 12:39 pm

    Lovely like always, Violet. I have a new washer/dryer set in my new home & have fussed with it, getting to ‘know’ its peculiarities just as you’ve written. They do pause & in this new one, I think it’s changing to go a different way. It made me crazy for a while because when it paused I thought it was finished, would jump up to change the wash, & it wasn’t done yet. I get the Daily Poem too, so have been reading those poems. Lots of memories wrapped up in wash day!

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  4. Catherine Johnson

    March 15, 2013 at 6:45 pm

    Brilliant, Violet!

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