[Poem?] Guitar-style Washing Machine

A square shape

A bellows pattern rippling horizontally

Quietly turning the faucet

The water falling slowly

Plays a faint melody

Splitting as it hits the horizontal waves

Becoming six transparent harp strings

Slowly

Gently

It doesn't play even if you touch it with your hand

It doesn't let you strum free notes either

But it soaks into the heart

Reminding one of the calm daily life of days gone by

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Fabric pressed down carelessly

Scrub scrub scrub scrub

A white foaming guitar

The strings are tangled

Even a faint melody is disrupted

"The sound of a guitar..."

"A guitar? Are you stupid?"

My mother says, sounding annoyed

"The 'good old' washing machine is broken and it's a disaster! You help me too!"

The guitar is handed to me carelessly

Quietly letting the water fall...

"You can't wash it like that! You do it like this!"

Faucet wide open

SPLASHHHHHHH

The basin fills with water in an instant

"Add the detergent, and like this!"

Swish swish swish

Bubbles flying everywhere

"Not a shred of sentimentality"

"Sentimentality? If you keep saying things like that, we'll never finish!"

Guitar-style washing machine

People call that a washboard

(410 characters)

End

I'm happy to participate here!
I look forward to working with you.

#WeeklyShortShortNote
#GuitarStyleWashingMachine