Scarborough Gypsy

Rookie - 3 Points (2nd October / London)

Love In A Teacup

Poem by Scarborough Gypsy

Shop of curiosity, dimly lit within
wall to wall and floor to ceiling,
a museum full of memories
bursting at the seams,
I share with it a love affair so sweet
on this treasure hunt called life

Through cloudy windowpanes
sunlight breaks in, minute dust particles float
in slow motion, air is musty
like a threadbare blanket of time,
I close my eyes and breath it in deeply,

E x h a l e

Eyes wide open and hungry to absorb all
goods sit idle, unwanted, abandoned
a delicately beaded purse protrudes
from behind a stuffed toy
small antique bottles, kitchen jars and vases
tasselled shade of ivory silk rests
carelessly against alabaster lamp
ornate gilded picture frames
precariously hang above,
A chandelier peeks out, urging me on

Further into its shadowy cave
organized chaos permeates
trash and treasure combined
my quest begins, probing, searching
sifting, and seeking
discarded elegance
the incomplete, the neglected
crumbling, cracked, forlorn
worn grandeur of simple practicality
forever timeless

A battered dresser beckons
layer upon layer of folded cloth
boldly they wink at me, cheeks flush
sifting, excitedly I explore
textiles of all description
tablecloths and napkins
washed-out cotton prints
tea-stained floral fabrics, faded ivory chintz
hand stitched ruffles, tucks and gathers
soft velvet, tattered lace
unironed monogrammed linen
damask in worn out mint
dreamy perfect pastel palette
muted hue’s and tones
pale sky blues, faded greys
greens and dusty rose

Beyond the battered dresser
a towering maze presents
chattels mixed and muddled of varying descent
peeling paint on woodwork
rickety legs of chairs
shabby, scuffed, chipped surfaces
need tender loving care

Weaving through this labyrinth
Between narrow passageway
twin rows of tall glass cabinets
stand on parade like soldiers protecting
what they hold from clumsy hands
the wares within them flaunt themselves and flirt
heart quickens, unabashed
for although all things before this were
distinguished lovers too
this is where my true love lies
and no other thing will do

Already picked, I find the piece
that has held my heart for days
an exquisite cup and saucer set
full of elegance and grace
English fine bone china
forget me knots entwined
around the body of the cup
regal rim of gold

At home with my beloved, we are at last alone
we share Earl Grey from same cup
Lip to lips we kiss.

Comments about Love In A Teacup by Scarborough Gypsy

  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (8/22/2009 9:05:00 AM)

    It's always nice to find an unexpected treasure while shopping in a thrift store...I love hot tea...I could taste a sip in your poem..wonderful imagery...a ten..(Report)Reply

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  • Michael Gale (2/17/2006 1:41:00 PM)

    'A very fine poem indeed, of adventures and things we want and need.I wager you'd like to attend flea markets, as much as i.You'd probably enjoy watcing people and finding good, various items to buy.I myself enjoy poems and works of art, and other things, that may be of the affair of the heart. A poem appreciated for all it's worth, gives poetry an artistic appreciated birth.' Another good poem-keep it up!
    Best regards!(Report)Reply

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  • Sylvia Spencer (2/16/2006 3:07:00 PM)

    since coming back. I just had to go back to this poem. I think it is the best one you have written. Reading it makes me live my dealing life all over again. cheers sylvie(Report)Reply

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  • Julia Klimenova (2/6/2006 1:59:00 AM)

    I love curiosity shops, fingering fabrics, inhaling the very special air, and savouring it all, as I have savoured your wonderful poem. Thank you. Julia(Report)Reply

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  • Janice M Pickett (4/1/2005 10:12:00 PM)

    This poem is very well written. I say that when I am able to read poems of this length. Usually I would stop half way or my eye would wander. No not this time. I think because it reminded me of so many thing in my own life.
    Real narrative content that flows in a poetic style.
    Well done Gyps
    You have done a grand job.


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  • Mary Nagy (4/1/2005 11:57:00 AM)

    I totally understand why poetry hound would feel the way he does. If you don't get that 'feeling' when you look around at each item in an antique shop you probably wouldn't get it...Sometimes it is the looking at each of the other items in an antique shop that builds up the excitement for when you finally find the one thing you were looking for. I think the description of the other things built to the excitement of your find> I also think it's great how you have kicked off such a are very brave. Mary(Report)Reply

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  • john tiong chunghoojohn tiong chunghoo (4/1/2005 11:41:00 AM)

    to a certain extent i do agree with poetry hound but then upon second reading, it is a nice poetry full of nostalgia.(Report)Reply

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  • Scarborough Gypsy (4/1/2005 11:40:00 AM)

    Poetry Hound,

    I am not offended at all by your comments. I really do appreciate your honest opinion. I will write to you personally in more detail. I don't think you have been at all unkind. I can fully understand how this might be extremely borring if you are not excited by the things I describe. However, for me just the mere whiff of an antique shop sends me into a frenzy so this was a poem that came straight from the heart for me. Thanks again.


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  • Peter A. Crowther (4/1/2005 9:51:00 AM)

    This is a lovely evocative poem with great atmosphere. You can almost smell the musty atmosphere as you are make your way through the antiques shop. Well done; I think it is one of your best.(Report)Reply

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  • Linda Preston (4/1/2005 8:51:00 AM)

    takes you to a bygone world - nice ending - think maybe you should dropp one of the references to dust at the beginning but other than that fine(Report)Reply

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  • Mary Nagy (4/1/2005 8:35:00 AM)

    I love this poem! ! ! ! As an avid antique hunter myself, there is nothing like the feeling when you find that piece of history that just melts your heart! ! Very nicely written. May I also say....I love your name, the picture it gives of you is just beautiful! ! Sincerely, Mary(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 1, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, April 4, 2005