the harbour is an ironing board

concrete poetry by Denis Glover

The harbour is an ironing board
Flat iron tugs dash smoothing toward
Any shirt of a ship any pillowslip
Of a freighter they decree
Must be ironed flat as washing from the sea

Denis Glover

Concrete poetry on Wellington’s waterfront.

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2 Responses to the harbour is an ironing board

  1. Mike_Anthony says:

    The fourth line should read:
    “Of a freighter they decree”

  2. lynsey gedye says:

    Oh, eeek, eeek, eeek! Thanks, Mike, my bad.

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