Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Laundry-Room Ghost

to my laundry room, she'd enter
slipping away, reappearing
while I am uselessly fearing
this shadow of a repenter

as if sheets, folding her anger,
toward girl talk perhaps gearing,
to my laundry room, she'd enter,
slipping away, reappearing,

rising slowly to the center,
a message to me she’s bearing
“drain your suds and pains,” while sneering,
“so the veil isn’t your tormentor”
to my laundry room, she'd enter



Form: Rondel
(13 lines, 8 syllables a line, ABba abAB abbaA rhyme scheme)

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Prompt: ghost, ghost story, or ghosting + 13 (somehow)