Monday, 29 August 2016

Today a flawless thread of dusty expectations of femininity: To Dust by Oonah V Joslin.


To Dust

Spotless house.
No mark on any mirror.
No picture left askew.
No cushion un-plumped.

Chintz-perfect
smiling, pinnied, mum;
meals served on time,
no chore ever a chore.

Pink-cheeked-lemon-drop
woman, slim-waisted
pretty dress, tastefully
accessoried with pearls;

this was the dream
sold on the cover of
magazines for girls
born to dust.