The Egg, The Womb, The Head and The Moon.

Today I am Lady Macbeth
For there is villainy in my housewifery.
A desire for raw cleanliness:
A house, preternaturally starched,
White, blank, void.
Ghosts flapping wildly outside,
But fresh.
And now you.
Jammy little hands and molton eyes.
Crayon marks adorn the spaces
Once filled with fear.
You smile and the ghosts are
Still.

You help me to take down
The washing.