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The Auctioneer
larrylark

He said “This survived Hiroshima.”
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While applying a handkerchief
 2
to sweat on his head.
 3
It was a hot day.
 4
 
 
Displayed among porcelain pigs,
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miniatured ladies, faded tapestries,
 6
pewter and jewels, stood a tiny tea cup
 7
with saucer, a Japanese princess,
 8
caught in cool colours, pale pink and indigo.
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It was hard to make out her face,
 10
twisted by the flow of melted glaze.
 11
Sightless eyes saw no one.
 12
While inside the cup, last dregs of a tea party
 13
swirled round and passed away.
 14

15 Apr 11


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Comments:

nice nostalgic piece with an eerie hue towards the end. i like it.
 — mandolyn

larrylark, the last few lines don't really hit me, but the first 11, yes! Love how I think the head is the survivor, then learn he's talking about the cup.  Tom
 — TomRiordan

that means a lot
 — larrylark

Cheers Tom
 — larrylark

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