Soap

Bella in the bubble

Soap

Is there anything on earth less poetical
than soap? I wonder— as I stare at the lumpy
white blob in its pool of scum.

How many times a day do I lather my hands
counting or singing or playing mind games to stretch
the ritual for the appointed duration?

As once ancient apothecaries stirred their preparations
for the length of a certain number of Pater Nosters.
How else shall we measure our incantations against sickness?



When was the last time I pulled my hands slowly apart
to see the thin skin stretch and grow between—
iridescent, colors dancing, as birds’ feathers, butterfly wings,
oil slicks, nacre at the seashell’s heart?

Pull it slowly— slower— don’t move too fast.
Watch the bubble stretch thinner and thinner until at last
it pops, leaving no trace.

Stare through the bubble’s pane
to see fairyland, a rainbowed world made
new and startling, like the rush of grace.

#withDraw20202

2 Responses to Soap

  1. LeighAnna April 1, 2020 at 10:47 am #

    I’ve really enjoyed these daily posts. I loved the opening question here so much I included in my NaPoWriMo Day 1 poetry prompt! https://acanticleforhomestead.com/tag/napowrimo-2020/

    • Melanie Bettinelli April 2, 2020 at 2:05 am #

      Thank you. I love your prompt.

      And yes, that Chesterton phrase was most definitely rattling about in my head when I wrote my first line.

      Of course when i first read the Chesterton, I had to prove him wrong and Googled poems about cheese and found quite a few. It seems a little mean-spirited because poor Chesterton didn’t have the advantage of popping in to verify his claims from the world wide web when he was pontificating. But it was still fun.

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