MAYHEM - Issue Four

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Jenny Jenkins

Bath Night

Red and yellow coal flames catch
Hot pans of bubbling water
Mum drags the tin bathtub across the stone yard

Stepping in, water stings my feet
Slipping down
Water splashes my eyes
Soap cleans my grubby knees

Mum scrubs my back
Washes my jam tinged face
Fingers curl around the edges
By the fireplace
draped towels hold back heat

I stand, making waves
Hot towel envelopes me
The smell of Nivea cream on Mum’s face
My cheek hides in her dark curls

Scoured face, body and soul
Ready for Sunday Mass
Who’s next for the water?

Contributor's Note
Jenny Jenkins is a new writer, taking interest in poetry as an undergraduate student. Her interest is the past, the memories that linger and are given life again in her poetry. Jenny is keen to explore the structure and architecture of the display of words on the page.