poem a day

my husband bought me this lovely book , the Penguin’s Poems for Love, selected by Laura Barber – its enlightening to open a page each day and read a short poem.

Ironing

You’ve just shaved and you smell of cream

I’m watching you press the metal point

Between buttons, over a collar, into-a-seam.

When you’ve left, I open the wardrobe quietly

I want to climb in and hang there with your shirts

With my creases, waiting for you to iron them out.

Olivia McCannon

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