Clean, or: Dirty

A clean limerick

She goes through loads of laundry every night,
Stuffing beckoning front loader tight,
Presoaking downy delicates fine,
And of soft dryer fuzz not a sign!
Oh, her fluffing & folding fast delight!


Poetics: Put your Words on Spin Cycle

For this d’Verse poetry prompt, we were instructed to write laundry poems. This could mean anything we want it to: 

  • 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.

My inspiration

The world’s dirtiest song

Luscious, or: Sweet, raw peach juice

A ‘Magnetic Poem’ tanka

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tongue licks luscious sweat
finger smears sweet, raw peach juice
bared breasts aching, "please"
heaving deliriously
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;
  • I again opted for a tanka, rather than a haiku;
    • The extra two lines (14 syllables) provide me with a greater challenge, as well as with a larger canvas for my word-brush;
  • I searched for and found the featured image of the pale, ginger-haired woman with fang marks on her neck after writing the fourth line of the tanka;
    • That was after I had decided to give the poem its unexpected ending.