Dreams on Laundry Day

Dreams on Laundry Day

A Poem by Audrey Howitt

i held your hair

in my hand

a fan of gold and brown


between splayed fingers

while you slept

the sleep of watchers in the field

betrayed by the lowing

of the crickets’ song

and the tiniest of smiles


the gauze held in place

by the vividness of eyes adjusted by

 moonlight stoking the beamed motes


a candle lit


i failed to hold your fingers

pale in the darkness

as you reached for dreams

in which you worked less and joked more


this was not what I intended

in my feminist youth

but the reality of breast milk

and the wage differential

set in and stapled my world

cancelling ambition

squelching needs

until that permanence

so etched

defining my walls

giving them substance

slowly disappeared

amidst dreams scattered

drying in wet grass


by tears unspent

on laundry day.

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© 2012 Audrey Howitt

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Only you, Audrey, could turn laundry day into a literary event.
An intriguing and insightful piece created by an amazing artist!

Posted 9 Years Ago

Audrey Howitt

9 Years Ago

Thank you Frank!!!
It is so easy to lose sight of yourself whilst drowning in the demands of family life. For years I juggled children , husband and part time career. Yet my dreams changed over time and became more family orientated - I used my creativity to inspire my children to be creative and surprisingly it is my children who have encouraged me to write.They are my greatest critics. A Beautiful and thought provoking write that is highly relevant to alot of people

Posted 9 Years Ago

Audrey Howitt

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the read and comments! Life is often not what we expect, but it is always inte.. read more
A wonderful and brilliant write. Sometimes the lives we end up with which aren't always negative don't match the d reams that we once had for ourselves; I really enjoyed this poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Is the alternative to turn the children over to the State for the State to bring them up while we visit on high days and holidays?
Unspent tears are the stoical price paid, and not just by the female of the species.
By the way, are your whites whiter than white? do you use non-biological? do you turn him out well?

Posted 9 Years Ago

A sadness of thought at a time when so often the mind's switched off: the looking back, the presence of what is, the how it's been .. temporary samenesses but ever changing happenings and emotions. life alters dreams, dreams alter life. But, your incredible writing reminds the reader that maybe, just maybe, the end of one dream can lead to another..

Posted 9 Years Ago

Excellent Audrey. You painted beautiful pictures with this one.

Posted 9 Years Ago

epic and a good account of the disparity between idealism, and lived reality....

Posted 9 Years Ago

Laundry day the bane of life even a poet cant escape.

Posted 9 Years Ago

A feminist anthem held undercover the mundane nature of housework. I like this.

Posted 9 Years Ago

yes, but somewhere in there a poet was in the making...so dreams may have evaporated, but the reality that remains is a mixture of wisdom and beauty...even on laundry day

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on June 22, 2012
Last Updated on June 22, 2012
Tags: poetry, poem, dreams, mundane, sexism


Audrey Howitt
Audrey Howitt

Alameda, CA

I am so happy to be writing! I was an attorney in my previous incarnation. These days, I teach voice mostly, write some and do a little psychotherapy. It seems like a good combination for me. I h.. more..


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