The Mystery of Domesticity

photo by Steven David Johnson

Today I composed a new poem to submit to Numéro Cinq‘s 2nd Annual Villanelle Contest.

Mystery of Domesticity

There’s nothing like the myst’ry of domesticity,
to shock one late or betimes,
like laundry charged with static electricity.

Sheets on clotheslines wave in simplicity;
a sinkful of dishes soak in grime:
there’s nothing like the myst’ry of domesticity.

Rarely free are we from adversity–
spouses, sisters fight: love’s petty crimes.
But laundry’s charged with static electricity.

An herb-lined path offers benedicite—
parsley, sage, rosemary and Time:
fragrant myst’ry of domesticity.

Meals prepared with heteroscedacity:
smoothies, wine, tomato, and limes
stain laundry charged with static electricity.

Two sisters sneak treats in complicity
before the cast iron dinner bell chimes:
behold the myst’ry of domesticity,
like laundry charged with static electricity.

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