tea with Anushka
By Coolhermit
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I was summoned to tea with Anushka
she is a notorious
acquirer of culture,
haunting antique bookshops
‘abstracting’ volumes of art,
music, poetry, philosophy,
to dust in her personal library
from time to time
anonymous vans arrive
her treasures are documented
carefully packaged, returned
to their rightful owners
she is threatened with arrest
and has shelves to fill... again.
so she heads off to a town
where she’s not known
browsing antiquarians for the curios,
Persian rugs, ottomans, and 'opulents'
in which she likes to sit surrounded
a weathered sign, ‘The Hermitage’
fixed to the railing of her dwelling
hints at Romanov ancestry
I play along and buy her vodka -
good stuff, Luksosowa
the flat was grubby,
no change there,
Anushka moaned,
‘I’ve sacked the cleaner’
before showing off a bust of Caesar
resplendent on a new vitrine
adding would I do her a favour
and pop to Spar for milk, sugar,
bread, petit fours, and pâté,
(shrimp paste or crab would do)
and put it on her slate?
I cleared her tab... again.
we drank Darjeeling from bone-china
spread shrimp paste on Mother’s Pride
with sterling-silver butter knives,
nibbling Mr Kipling’s for dessert
off an Edwardian lazy Susan
‘une cigarette peut etre ?’
she used a flickering flame
from a gilt torchère
to light her next-to-last Sobranie -
in the candle glow
she evoked, to me, Rublov’s
Icon of the Trinity
peeping through a curtain
Anushka glimpsed
a plain black van nosing
she swallowed hard
and blanched
true tears poked through
her ‘natural look’ lashes
I wiped the realisations
trickling her cheek
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what a wonderful pen portrait
what a wonderful pen portrait - is she a real person?
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