Prose poem: Glassware

Glassware

Blue blue blue as bulbs blown and a size that is not sad while hanging. Silver is every bit blue and as beautiful as gold and the green of giving. Suppose there was a game, a fancier present, or a clean mixture of white and not a coal colour, never a coal colour together but a separation of the sight of blue and green and silver and gold for that reason. Sameness is a negative answer and the sight of colours in glassware in a similar arrangement is sounder. There must be astonishment and an allusion to the illustration. The shape and design is the concentration and the notion of a simpler answer is on the way forward. The sight of a blue jug with a rounder figure will show the shape nicely, the handles delicate and pleasing and not cheap, no not cheap, but there is intention there for the wishing of miniature and to spread certainly something upright on a matching border, if there is a border.