Laundry Day by Lynn Valentine

Barefoot we stood, heads touching
hands together, a kiss of cloth.

Then out again, a kind of dance
til’ all was done, no kisses left.

Only the brush of cool in the night,
the tuck of your absent hands.

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Lynn Valentine writes between dog walks on the Black Isle in the Scottish Highlands. Her work has appeared in anthologies and online in places such as the Scottish Poetry Library blog, the Scottish Book Trust’s website and Ink, Sweat and Tears. She has been placed in competitions and is a previous winner of the Glasgow Women’s Library ‘Dragon’s Pen’ award. In 2018 she read at StAnza as part of the ‘My Time’ project and the Makar, Jackie Kay, described her poem as ‘a thing of beauty’.

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