Cleansing
so high and mighty, four colossal chandeliers
unreachably distant, magnificent in their glory
each festooned with hundreds of tiny bulbs.
for the visitor, a majesty to behold
please consider, for the worker,
an interminable tedium to clean.
I can only just imagine!!! And by ladder, no doubt! I love how the words you chose for this poem are big and heavy with consonants, making the reader feel the sense of duty and chore to keep these shining brightly!
Thank you Christy, I appreciate what you said about heavy consonants. Interesting I dint notice that, but did feel it in my body as I wrote. I was also thinking of the tension between wealth/glitter and labor/practicality. Metaphorically, of course is always the tension between spirit and secular, but which is which?
Hello Carol,
I like this one. I like the contrast between what the visitor sees and what the worker sees.
Best
Oliver