Good to see you back, Insect.
This one works at two levels for me. The fond remembering of a time through
small details and the juxtaposing of those images eg. Donne's Devotions with
Wife of Bath to the thump of a neighbouring bed. The cracked mug and the
true ring all set up the theme of a sort of innocence and simple truth
compared to the complexities of the Now. A good read ,thanks. Arthur.
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Subject: Sasha's Mug


>             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