#ironing
Hannah
Nathan, you look like a warrior.
Nathan
Yes, dear… though no one told me which knee earns the Emperor's approval.
Hannah
You’re a fool, Nathan.
Nathan
A practical one
I’ve been polishing the ironing knee.
Hannah
(laughs) Of course. That’s why your trousers gleam while your honor wrinkles.
Nathan
When the Emperor owes you his throne, knees are merely decoration.
Hannah
This world is ironic, Nathan
But only for those still pretending to believe in it.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 10:25 PM UTC
I am enjoying
holding a hot steam iron
gently pressing it downwards
and moving it across
a white cotton crumpled coat
which becomes neatly flat
as I iron.
When I have completed ironing the coat
and I put the coat on a hangar
and I see the coat neatly flat
I feel happy.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 1:16 AM UTC
Steam rising from hot cotton
Memories stirring
Turning a collar and smoothing under buttons,
first the inside, the plackets
then the shoulders, cuffs and sleeves.
Who knew the ironing of a shirt
could be such a minuet of parts
and caring
and thoughts?
The flesh these folds would clothe, the
hunching of the shoulders, the
reaching out of hands from
clean
crisp
cuffs.
My mother learned from my father learned from his mother
and I to you
bring hot fresh cotton
my love.
Apr 17, 2010
Apr 17, 2010 at 1:08 PM UTC
Straight and proud
Let me iron your mind
Let the creases
On your daily deeds' sleeves
Smooth down and vanish
The iron of my words will
Float upon the collar of your views
And the little pocket
Smothering your heart
Well, I may burn it
Accidentally - I'm not good
At ironing
But let me iron the back
So that you always stand
Straight and proud
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 8:19 AM UTC