Written for: The Twiglets #225 - "white china"
Although I know of
Red China, I have never
heard of White China.
For an elegant table
a scarlet cloth
laid with white china
she enters the room
skin fine as bone white china
centerpiece of ball
There once was a woman from China
who only ate food from a diner.
When she was asked why
she said, Oh my
vast menu allows me new foods each time I dine!
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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A very tasty limerick this week!
Interesting what is perceived as beauty. I can imagine women so pale because they weren’t allowed to have the sun kiss them. And then I also remember a time in when women just kept putting layers of white powder on their faces… without taking off the old layers first! I think I was watching one of the ‘Murder on the Orient Express ‘ movies and one of the characters – a Contessa or Countess did just that. Eeek! Not attractive to me anyway.
Nor to me, but someone out there thinks so!
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Oh, Sara. I can see that table setting. Beautiful.