Hi Grasshopper, I liked this in the main. It's a great subject and a picture
many of us recognise, and an excellent ending. It struck me though that you
have told the reader too much about Mary's bed thumping against the wall.
isnt it rather an insult to our intelligence to say 'because her boyfriend
was visiting'?  Perhpas you could trim this down to a sonnet - or don't you
write non rhyming sonnets? I think they often suit, and would in this case

bw
SallyE
on 2/6/03 5:26 am, grasshopper at [log in to unmask] wrote:

> Sasha's Mug
>
>
> Sasha had a special mug with a fault
> in the firing, which sang when it was filled.
> It cheered us all up, that high fluting note
> from the shiny caramel china.
> I remember sitting with her, earnestly discussing
> the Wife of Bath,or Donne's Devotions,
> while Welsh Mary's bed thumped against the wall
> next door because her boyfriend was visiting.
> 'Not much to look at, but his family is loaded'
> she shrugged.
> Those regular bangs and the sound
> of Sashas mug, occasional calls down the corridor
> for carbon paper or the cheese-thief's name,
> a glug of kettle-fill from the communal kitchen.
> Life was so simple then. The flaws in the glaze
> resolved into song. There were always blackbirds
> outside the window, never crows.
>
> grasshopper