The Ironers Someone has washed this canvas one too many times. Daylight is peeking through now and these washerwomen have decided to call it a night. Gently the first releases the hot iron from her red hands and her bunched shoulders ease at last beneath their bleached pink linen. It’s time to go home – 1880 is long ago and her companion completes a full-mouthed yawn and lets the bottle break from her hand. Degas lifts his head to see his angles changing and smiles, sketching again. An ochre shawl is knotted at the back as the last work is folded and they leave the chalk-filled room: two drab skirts with blouse and ochre shawl. John Claiborne Isbell John Claiborne Isbell was born in Seattle, USA and later lived in Europe and the United Kingdom, where he went to school. He has been teaching languages for some time, teaching French and German at universities in the United Kingdom and the United States. He has published various books, including a volume of poetry, Allegro, with a picture of a cello on the cover. His wife is Margarita and their son Aibek is 31.
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