Sentimental Value for M 'lady Tara
A crystal vase reflects sunlight
but splits it up prismatically
Into stray beams of colours bright
which demonstrate the artistry.
Which can lie locked in inert glass.
Though beautiful in its own right.
It is enhanced when sunbeams pass
through emerging as coloured light.
A whole spectrum of colours play
across the china cabinet
highlighting teasets on display
in such a way you can forget.
They are completely valueless
as dancing colours irridesce.
18-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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