This poem was written as a certain editor and creative writing teacher did not like the transition word “suddenly”… So being the absolute arse that I am ….. This is credited to Leonora.
The washing machine exploded
Gushing suds, sods and waters deep
Sudden, sodden the slipping lino
A skating rink filled with sheets
Evacuated from the whirlpool drum
Out through gaping broken door
A life raft against the crashing tide
Heading for the farthest shore.
Sods of clothing, a floating sock
Desperately clinging against the waves
Cascading fast towards the hall
Suddenly out of the kitchen cave.