Ironing, a woman's half hour

Cherry

By littleditty

Sun, 05 Jul 2020
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Space/Time has glass edges

and creases made not hewn

by the wash folding,

folding and extending,

extending back the wave

of all longing

orbiting at a waterfall’s edge,

cliff cave and curtains

when she lets

the light

come in....Attention

will wander away

from the last frame as I wonder,

I wonder when remembering

and forgetting waltzes

ebb and flow, no chorus

singing hallelujah, just

impatient wasps, a big

point to make, staring

at the end of someone else's

queue, waltzers, no towers

to fall in cartoon slow mo,

singing 'Wasp' instead

of Take this Waltz, this Waltz

always, when a spin cycle

does not take forever

always is another detonator

detonating and the tumbling

and tumbling by the window,

ironing, like all statues tumbling,

tumbling into a ditch or river - this is

for the top drawer, the shattered glass,

a woman’s half hour folding

and folding and folding.

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by onemorething on

The repetition in this is so effective. And a waltz, ironing, is perfect. Mind you, I deliberately buy things that don't really need ironing or look slightly creased. I would only iron for a special occasion these days which thankfully most days are not. I like the wandering thoughtfulness of this, the statues, glass ceilings, and worlds tumbling whilst ironing. Maybe if you have thoughts this deep whilst ironing I should take it up again. Very good. 

 

Submitted by littleditty on

out some things. I'm now not surely none the wiser, defo a few more creases - roll on summer hols - thanks for reading x

 

Submitted by celticman on

when you're doing something, you're doing something else. you're being someone (else). 

 

Submitted by littleditty on

and empathy? doing something and doing something else.' Ilike sleeping/dreaming? I'm thinking about these things -  autism/aspergers tinged things in this light ,echo, maybe you are saying? And the error that mosst people have re autistic/asperger type ways is that there is no evolving self,feeling? I strongly dispute that. - being someone else? I don't think so - it is defo me doing the ironing in this one. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

As I iron so rarely it is very stressful and concentrated so not sure if your poem is an accurate reflection on normal ironing.  However it is BRILLIANT  description of washing machine noise, I love how it goes round and round like my thoughts and like different clothes appear over and over at different angles, so do my thoughts, never whole or sensible, just tumbling sleeves or flashes of button. Enjoyed very much

 

Submitted by littleditty on

I used to iron - when i was a cleaner or housesitter jobs -my first ironing job was for some friends and I completely mucked up the shirt collars.by being a bit creative..when its not a stressful chore, ironing can be relaxing, meditative tumbling thoughtful...thanks fro your reading Di.

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Brings back those awful days when I used to iron - the time we waste doing things we don't want to do for no good reason. :)

Submitted by littleditty on

Thanks for reading and leaving a comment