The Lemon In The Egg Saucer

The Lemon In The Egg Saucer short poem

Photo by Karsten Bitter

The small woman from the attic sits
cross-legged with her pink plastic
hair rollers for hours. Her life spins
like the spool of thread on the sewing
machine. She sleeps wearing a flowery
morning gown in the room with a flowery
wallpaper and a secondhand carpet,
imitating autumn grass. She boils her
lime tree tea and dairy free pasta on
the electric boiling ring. She washes
her hair with nettle essence shampoo.
once a month she goes to the central
store to see new dress designs then
she reads at midnight group, portrait
with lady. In a sideboard she hides
a pair of perfumed lace gloves, the
color of the skin. She wears them when
the spring wind blows. On a shelf in
the kitchen a grated lemon in an egg
saucer is slowly getting dry.

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I am from Romania, I write poems and haiku and sometimes I translate them into English. My poems and haiku were published in various e-zines or poetry journals and magazines in print in Romania or abroad. Poetry is for me like champagne poured in a mug. I discovered this site and I can say that I found many good poems here.
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