Monday, May 17, 2010

Blue Willow

Dishes in our house abound;
From days of yore until today,
An assortment will be found,
In various display.

China -cupboards over flow,
Kitchen shelves we fill.
Saucers in a greenhouse
Or on the window sill.

We have Mikasa from Japan
For all those special days;
Like Christmas and Thanksgiving,
And PFALTZGRAFF everyday.

William Sonoma's blue on white,
Fleur de lis is currently where it's at.
Imported wine pichers are used
When friends stop by to chat.

You might say my wife's a dish
Collector/magpie and all-
We never eat off blue willow,
It just hangs there on the wall.

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Blogger Katherine said...

A nice poem Rel!

7:18 AM  
Blogger sheri... said...

rel, this is nicely done!! i love the poetry and that you've included so many different types of dishes as well-that was a very cool touch! couldn't help but love the one line about your wife being a dish...that could get you some an extra smoochie ;)

8:47 AM  
Blogger willow said...

Your wife is a woman after my own heart.

9:13 AM  
Blogger Suz said...

good to see poetry
and your wife a dish!
good for you
good for her!

9:19 AM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Wonderful - homey sounds and images - warm and delightful!

1:53 PM  
Blogger joanny said...

Love the rhyme and the overall flow to this piece, you really captures the essence of the current state of Blue Willow hanging on the wall and a favorite piece not to be used but admired and appreciated. Good magpieing . . .Rel


4:45 PM  
Blogger Brian Miller said...

dishes aplenty! nicely done! smiles to the wife. great magpie!

7:19 PM  
Anonymous Jingle said...

playful and fun!

7:25 PM  
Blogger chiccoreal said...

Dear Rel: No matter how many fine plates one may own there is alway one special "dish". How romantic and sweet is that! Lucky gal!

9:02 PM  
Blogger Helen said...

Well .... this is just wonderful.

I have a special dish too ... and I've had it since I was a girl. It rests in the china cabinet that sat in our kitchen in 1945.

10:44 PM  
Blogger Patience said...

sounds like a lot of dishes! Very fun poem, great Magpie.

9:18 AM  
Blogger Lyn said...

I like your priorities! Great...

1:04 PM  
Blogger Churlita said...

Your dish is beautiful. I'm a fan of Fiesta Ware myself.

2:03 PM  
Blogger ~T~ said...

My mother loves dishes, too. The restaurant-supply district of Tokyo was a tempting destination that we could not leave empty-handed. Now I have just bought my first set of stoneware, and already the cupboards have not room enough to receive it!

6:31 PM  
Blogger Kay McKenzie Cooke said...

We have a few dishes too - and a willow pattern plate that stands on the shelf.
I love the way this poem ends! Perfect.
This has given me an idea to write a cutlery poem too!

10:38 PM  

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