Washed Up

[Johntee]

Stepping out for

Four litres of milk
And a cottage loaf,
In a wind that would
Cut your face right off
Seeing him at No. Seven
Sponge in ungloved hand
Take a bucketed plunge
To purge the grime
From a Mercedes
Four by Four

The very sight

Brings a cringe

Of North Pole chill

And I'm forced to ask
Where the Marigolds are.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Around the corner, dear friend...the Marigolds are only biding their time. Stay as cozy as you can!

Beautiful shaping, BTW. This piece appears as heartily appealing as it reads! Fine work, indeed.

[AlexandratheLate]

I remember the cold winters up north. Your writing reminded me of those days.

[Johntee]

Hi Alex and RLW. In the UK and Ireland, as well as flowers Marigolds are household rubber gloves that are used in washing dishes and other less salubrious activities, and as for the chill it's not really at all cold by U.S standards it's just that age and cold make unhappy bedfellows.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Well, I learned something new with this response. I have only known Marigolds as a reliable, small yellow/orange flower that self-seeds around our parts. Lovely the slant that new knowledge brings!

[Parkinsonspoet]

John being from the UK I knew about the Marigolds. It does make an excellent last line

[Tanner]

In a wind that would / cut your face right off - JT, I particularly love these 2 lines.