Antique Poem by Claudia Keelan

She bought the teapot because it was broken
& broken still valuable,
A thing not available to her otherwise.
On its restored surface a pastoral
Flickered once. Too late.
She was not honest but she was a poet
Mending the broken valuable…
"What absolute nonsense!" cried Earthworm. "Nothing
Is ever all right in the end and well you know it."
Poor Earthworm, Ladybug whispered,
Loving all that is disaster
Belly down breathing with it ever after.