Write about a tryst that starts at the laundromat;
Tell us what happens to all those missing socks;
Air some ‘dirty laundry’;
Write a tiny poem that might have been found crumpled in a pocket when sorting the laundry;
Write a poem full of laundry instructions. How would you wash the moon? A broken heart? Hang a daisy out to dry?
OR: If we were still feeling a little stiff and starched, we could throw 3 (or more) of these words or phrases into our poem dryers and see what tumbled out: fluff & fold; spin cycle; permanent press; wash & wear; cycle; dryer fuzz; machine wash warm; tumble dry; dry flat; presoak; wrinkled; front load; rinse; fine delicates; clothes pins; downy; tide.
tongue licks luscious sweat
finger smears sweet, raw peach juice
bared breasts aching, "please"
death goddess smells blood in her
For this poem, I decided to return to the ‘Original Set’ on the Magnetic Poetry website;
At first, the lack of an obvious theme left me utterly rudderless (other sets include ‘Geek’ and ‘Nature’), but then a number of suggestive sex words jumped out at me so I pulled these out to see what might come of them;
However, this set of words left me dissatisfied – it was too easy to paint the picture of a carnal act with them;
I wanted to add some sort of a twist so I continued looking through the magnets and chanced upon the word ‘death’, which immediately sent my thoughts flying in the direction of sexy vampires;