Peter Lewis Holmes Poet Verse

Thoughts At the Ironing Board

I grasped the steam-iron with left hand,
the right was straightening trouser band;
it felt different, unusual, its hiss and feel,
serpent’s thought made me reel

I imagined it  come up from lake, it felt 
much like a rattlesnake, its heat I conjured
venomed-fang, turning skin to soft marang: 
and devil’s tail its tongue from steam, made
imagined threat so real did seem

So from this thought-experiment, ironing 
washing as I went, I learnt to grasp the iron 
quite firm, for holding loose could easily burn

So keep your kids and critters clear, of hissing
iron with venom’s sear; and after steam its 
plug remove, remember poison will not move

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