Take a seat and watch
As the rich, burgundy curtains are drawn.
On the dais is seated
An ivory, porcelain cup.
As the light dims and time warps,
The past comes by, to whisk you along.
* * * *
“She was a lonely porcelain,
On a faraway shelf, did she spend her youth.
Love at first sight is a myth
But home was she brought.
Many a tea-times did she host
And secrets did she drown, in tea and coffee.
People came from far and wide, to my humble abode
For nothing but tea, from the lovely porcelain.
My little porcelain was broken and bled on
By a human of 4, with regret so little.
With gold and silver was she stitched up
But my love was never the same again.
She was returned to a shelf where
She played host to flowers and yarn.
Oh, my trusty porcelain!
Many a sewing needles did she keep safe.
Ladies and gentlemen,
The gorgeous porcelain cup you see
With wisdom so shallow and sight so blind.
Has lived a life, masked by the mediocrity you impose.”
* * * *
And just like that, the burgundy closes.
All is quiet until an exploding shatter is heard
A split second and monotony reigns again.
Introverted Thoughts aka D
Hidden in Plain Sight is a blog series I’ve had in mind for a while. It’s going to be an irregular series unlike most of my blog series which I tend to make weekly or monthly. The basic idea behind this series is to show simple, everyday objects in a more dramatic and romanticised manner. (The Puppet Heart was supposed to be the first but I forgot to mention it there).
A Porcelain Story was more of an experiment and I’m rather unsure of it but viewing this blog as a space for free experimenting, I decided to go ahead and post it on here!