Mug is much too short and ugly a word for this beautiful cup. For many years now my "favorite" cup has been a transient thing. I try on a cup for a while, get tired of it, find something better. You've heard of the serial dater? I'm a serial cupper. I just never could find one that suited me in all respects.
Well, I think I've finally found my perfect cup. It has earned a place in my heart that is almost religious. So I spent the morning formulating this:
Ode to a Cup
Queen of my morning,
oh vessel divine!
Your soft curving sides
your flaring base
graceful handle - not too fat, not too thin
slender rim, gently flaring to meet my lips...
No mere container, you
do not merely hold.
You cherish ...
you embrace ...
The dark liquid within your transparency
now blesses my eyes
as well as my nose
and tongue.
Your lovely rim
bestows just enough,
in careful measure.
You are the soul of discretion,
cautious, yet generous,
never slopping or spilling.
Divine queen of my afternoon,
generous enough for coffee,
but graceful enough even for tea,
I cherish thee!
I know, I should keep my day job. If I had a day job. And lest you think I'm nuts, well... maybe I am at that. But at least I'm not alone. I know some folx who understand the importance of the perfect cup / mug, and though they may not quite worship their mugs, they at least hold them (heh, hold them) in great esteem.
Mo' Mugs:
If you like mugs, check out these Flikr groups:
* The Coffee Mugs Pool
* Love My Mug