Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy!
Okay, I can't stand it. Obscurity is like a secret to me -- and this morning I can't keep my secret.
Dinah, this was the jist of the challenge made by Ed, "So there's the challenge. Write outside of your comfort zone. Write something uncomfortable for the reader and "cryptic" (but make sure it means something). Use word blends that you normally wouldn't."
The Grim Challenge is a pun. The obvious word play on the word "grim" - but also all I wrote of is a grim challenge. It's about my washing machine and begging it to remain alive (a grim task) and the poem refers to my struggle to write this (another grim task, at the time).
The ancient master is my washing machine. The death rattle is due to the fact it is on its last legs (do washing machines have legs?). The vomit river is the water that seeps and pours out from it when I wash clothes. Begging for use is asking it to do just one more load - and the reference to collection is about paying out money for a new one.
The challenge was a challenge - and had me laughing a bit while I wrote it.
Thanks again to all those who commented. Each of you bouy me up in my attempts to write.