Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 6,740 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

The Existential Dilemma Of Ordinary Objects - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Igor Kadinsky's mug
Is green and tin with literary pretensions.
It yearns of setting its lip to
Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Yevtushenko.
When steam curls up its sides
It thinks of trains, a hedonistic frisson.

Father 0' Rourke's cup
Is stained, with hidden depths.
Its hand is placed on its hip,
Like Marilyn Munro
Descending the stairs
Into a roomful of partying politicians.

Mary Brady's tumbler's secretive,
Hasn't been out for years.
It's in a locked cabinet,
Giving nothing away.

The Laird of Inverquhomerie's silver quaich
Dreams of multiple salivations,
When a quaich was an item
Revered by congregations,
When tongues like little fishes
Licked its sides.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 14, 2010

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