Magpie Tales: The Pewter Angle



The Hollow-ware Men


The Hollow-ware Men were employed

in Worshipful Company

Oh yes! They moulded slowly

in a melting pot, where tin would not

crack and antimony made malleable

the metal under the hammer’s beat.

Rippled men in roaring heat

stretched and shaped liquid ore.

Their aprons black—

sweat on their foreheads,

red-faced men delivered  their rotund,

fire-wrought progeny.


The Hollow-ware Men—not alloyed

with the Triflers and the Sad.

Oh no!  For they cast  in bismuth

and copper, their vessels

to be filled with cream, churned

by country, rose-lipped youth.

Men of valour in velvet

and ladies in satin and silk

clouded tea with cream and milk

in the jugs of the Hollow-ware Men.


Kat Mortensen©2010 
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