Sunday Confessionals: An odd ode

This week, for Sunday Confessionals, Oloriel would like you to participate with an ode.

An ode is:

a lyric poem, typically one in the form of an address to a particular subject, written in varied or irregular metre.

a classical poem of a kind originally meant to be sung.

Well, I don’t think this quite qualifies as classical or one to be sung, but the subject was reliable and trustworthy for years and saying goodbye was a sad occasion.
Originally posted 12th May 2020

Ode to an Iron.

You did us proud for many years,
Burning holes and causing tears,
Melting nylon, wrinkling silk,
Singeing whites the colour of milk.
Too hot for some, others too cold,
Sometimes you were so hard to hold:
But pressing across, up and down
Erased the creases like a perpetual frown.
Folds where wanted, lines so smart
Ironing filled up the laundry cart.
Then one day nothing at all,
I guess the writing was on the wall,
After years of use, finally past your best,
No heat apparent, such a pest
So now a warm fold has to suffice
Our clothes clean, just not pressed nice,
But when consigned to the refuse ranks,
You had a salute and our heartfelt thanks.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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9 Responses to Sunday Confessionals: An odd ode

  1. murisopsis says:

    I have 2 irons. One from the 1960s – no bells or whistles and a cotton covered cord. The second was a 1975 model that I took to college with me. The only difference is that the older one has a bakelite handle! I’m thankful that they both still work fine!

  2. Nope, Not Pam says:

    I love this, served faithfully for years 😊

  3. Sadje says:

    Haha! Good one

  4. glyn40wilton says:

    Is that sung in B flat? 🙂

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