A Bar Of Soap
Soap is the brother to candles.
A little egg, one incapable
of washing its own face.
A whitefish tackling the rapids
of a bubbly hot bath.
A flower behind bars.
A stone skipping over the waves,
worn smooth by gales and rain,
easily squeezed into a ball
or the most personal of crannies.
Slippery devil, the sound of water
running away with the sink.
The sound of the one hand
scrubbing the other.
Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician, came to poetry late but has enjoyed a large number of publications in the past 10 years, recently gaining airplay for his poems and songs in the U.K., Australia and the U.S.A. The So-Called Sonnets, is his first book, which this audio poem is an excerpt from. More information can be found on his website: bpmcrae.com.