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’...

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 The Move

Xylene, Toluene, trichloroethylene,

The smell,

Prior paint peeled away and fell.

All off-white, only ever warmer; morning sunlight in the east windows

1887, a ship-builder discussed between three widows,

That line there, fixed up by The Man, too

Them floorboards wouldn’t look as good as The Man could do.

Where did he go? One asked inside of the plain room,

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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

laughing at my sister

in ...

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