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Teapot
What to do with the silver plated teapot?
A battered Age of Rock ‘n’ Roll survivor,
its etchings oxidised and pocked with milk spots.
I’ve checked eBay - be blessed if it fetched a fiver.
I leaf Mum’s wedding photos, thumbed and musted.
Here’s her and Dad - their faces, split with pleasure,
are mirrored in this gift’s felicitous lustre
as if they’ve just unwrapped some genie’...
Wednesday 14th June 2023 10:38 am
the day of her leaving
the day of her leaving
it's a bit battered now
but I remember it when it was pristine
pages almost sticking together as they opened for the first time
faces inside
staring back
unaware of time passing
monochrome memories
family, relatives, confetti, suits, shiny shoes
daft hairstyles back-combed into oblivion
me as a small boy
...
Monday 18th July 2011 9:12 pm
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