Mugs
Mugs
Day 12: write a poem about a dull, unexciting thing you own, and why/ how you love it.
I've chosen to write about mugs. I've become a little bit stuck in my ways with three of my mugs. If they weren't used for these particular purposes it wouldn't be the end of the world, but it would alter the pleasure I'd get from drinking the coffee!
A dozen or more mugs sit on my shelves
Bringing colour to the kitchen,
Three with a particular resonance.
The Laura Ashley china, round and squat
Birds on a wire, like a Leonard Cohen song,
Each identifiable from their plumage
Chatting to each other amicably, like us,
When you bring me my strong, black, morning coffee,
Its edge thin against my lips.
The large, thick, chunky, workaday breakfast mug
Blue dragonflies dancing over its surface
Delicately drawn, geometrically stamped
Its edge thick against my mouth
For the second coffee of the day, always
Indulgently milky.
The William de Morgan, bone china, a little bit of luxury
One of four bought from the V&A,
My favourite, dark blue boxing hares.
Thin enough to see through,
Large enough to quench my thirst,
Small enough for use before I leave the house.
Each has its place in the day, in my affections,
Each brings its own character to the coffee held inside.
© Copyright 2019. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved
Day 12: write a poem about a dull, unexciting thing you own, and why/ how you love it.
I've chosen to write about mugs. I've become a little bit stuck in my ways with three of my mugs. If they weren't used for these particular purposes it wouldn't be the end of the world, but it would alter the pleasure I'd get from drinking the coffee!
A dozen or more mugs sit on my shelves
Bringing colour to the kitchen,
Three with a particular resonance.
The Laura Ashley china, round and squat
Birds on a wire, like a Leonard Cohen song,
Each identifiable from their plumage
Chatting to each other amicably, like us,
When you bring me my strong, black, morning coffee,
Its edge thin against my lips.
The large, thick, chunky, workaday breakfast mug
Blue dragonflies dancing over its surface
Delicately drawn, geometrically stamped
Its edge thick against my mouth
For the second coffee of the day, always
Indulgently milky.
The William de Morgan, bone china, a little bit of luxury
One of four bought from the V&A,
My favourite, dark blue boxing hares.
Thin enough to see through,
Large enough to quench my thirst,
Small enough for use before I leave the house.
Each has its place in the day, in my affections,
Each brings its own character to the coffee held inside.
© Copyright 2019. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved
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