SUGAR BOWL The Sugar Bowl Tells Its Story By Sharon Auberle When you brought me home from that street of shops I thought it was forever. The others in the store on that dim and dusty shelf were happy for me -the teapot from China, the scarred wooden spoons, that rose painted silver mirror, they all had stories too you know, mostly about love and sorrow, about days gone by and being left behind. I sweetened your life for awhile and you loved me for it but, sadly, you've grown tired of me and I'm cast away again into that dark shop of discards, once more that limbo place where I wait to see my fate, where I learn yet again to speak the language of lost things.
When a friend forwarded me your submission guidelines I was amazed at how perfectly my piece fit. I wrote this recently for a small book a friend and I are doing where we each do a number of sketches and the other writes to them, a sort of exchange ekphrastic. She had sent me a little drawing of a row of antique shops and I happened to glance at my sugar bowl which came from such a place and the poem happened. The book is due for publication sometime this autumn, so the poem is currently unpublished. Our book title is Dovetail.
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Sharon Auberle is the author of four poetry collections, three of which also contain her photographs. A Pushcart Prize Nominee, her poetry has appeared in numerous publications and anthologies. Auberle is currently service as Door County, Wisconsin’s Poet Laureate. Perspectives ~ September 2017 ~ 15