Plated Poets

by d a r c and h

“I am nothing but a simple plate, porcelain skin painted gold and blue. I am not a poet, just a dish, but I’ll leave that judgement up to you.”

Crockery that longs for you and tells you that you give meaning to their life, Keats had nothing on these silent poets. I am falling hard for these dishes from mineheart, especially the cheeky “A little bit on the side” plate.