Welcome to my latest theme. Monday Washing Lines.
This rooftop washing line I spotted in Fes in Morocco…
The clothes now wave that hang upon
the tired old line that stretches from
a leaning pole to a rusted hook
left here now for folk to look.
Every garment pegged and spaced
each shirt and sheet carefully placed
along the line the stockings run
until they dry in the scorching sun.
Have Bag, Will Travel 
Great poem, Andrew.
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Thank you Sue.
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Gr eat poem, and plentiful washing, mine’s rather sparse: https://suejudd.com/2021/04/19/monday-washing/
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Thank you Sue.
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That’s excellent! It rhymes and scans very well. Real poetry, not just prose written on separate lines.
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Thank you John
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good poem goes well with the washing lines !
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Thank you.
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Je vous en prie ::)
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Well, not just a washing line connoisseur, but a poet too! Is there no end to your talents? Great post!
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Thank you Margaret.
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A new coupling, Andrew. We3ll done.
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Impressive Andrew! You are a talented lad. Now I am wondering whether I captured any washing in Morocco. But I’d have to look in the photo box as it was pre-digital. Meantime I am back in Venice: https://traveltalk.me.uk/2021/04/19/monday-washing-10/
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They had been busy!
And a great poem to go with it, Andrew.
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Looks like a whole month’s load of washing to me.
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