Cooled lava
earthenware
delicate
yet with heft
An artist
formed it
fired it
the glaze
a deeply rich
burnished caramel
with glints of sky blue
The rim round as eternity
with an undulating edge
This cup fits snugly in its saucer
a contrasting colour
of matte
almost black
dark chocolate
Appearing utilitarian at first
when you look up close
you see
how beautifully
it is made
I languish in bed
enclosing this cup
in both hands
The warmth
spreads to my fingerprints
as the tea cools
to just the right temperature
I draw the delicious rim to my lips
I drink
I am restored
This poem was inspired by one of my favourite poets Selima Hill’s anthology “Portrait of my Lover as a Horse” where she wrote a series of poems likening her lover to inanimate or unusual objects.
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Soos altyd! Beautiful
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Simple focus, very intense. A thought on line length. I used to like poems laid out in very short lines. When I started listening to poetry I realised I’d been missing the beautiful rhythm of the sentences. Try a longer line-length? Read to friends?
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You arw quite right, when I read it the rhythm doesn’t correspond to the length
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