The Red Salon - The Empty Collector

Tuesday, 07 September 2010

The Empty Collector

A festive obsession, beginnings benign:
first it was one, then two and then four,
and then it was teacups, thirteen at a time,
towered to ceiling, from ceiling to floor.

Singular-minded Matron of Madness,
polishing daily and dreaming of more,
sipping in solitude 'mid her surroundings:
teacups & saucers & teacups galore.

Delicate dainties, gold rims aplenty,
statements a tea connoisseur would adore,
but sadly, sadly, she drowned in her efforts,
with never, ever, a friend to pour for.

8/09

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