French Soap

“Nothing like a hot bath

to ease the tension

and think about

what’s going to happen next.”

— Sarah McLachlan

FRENCH SOAP

Its yellow wrapper

speaks in a language

with which I struggle

but nonetheless

convinced me to buy

one sunny summer day

while touring abroad.

At home, this prize

is stored away—

a souvenir,

a capsule in time

of natural fragrance,

of simple comfort

held for that day

when pandemic

stress might

be eased

with the wash

of cleansing oils

of Scotch pine,

with the wild

and calming balm

of French

mountain

daisies.

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French Soap ~ Poem and photo by Mary O’Connor

© 2020


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