Crown Derby — the Royal Crown Derby factory, known for its rich Imari-inspired patterns and elaborate gilding — appears in poems about Victorian luxury and the pleasure of the heavily decorated; A poem about a dowager's drawing room might inventory the Crown Derby: "the Imari breakfast cups, the gilded coffee cans, the plate painted with a named view of Chatsworth"; Crown Derby's continuity — the factory has operated in Derby since the eighteenth century — makes it an image of durability, outlasting fashions and owners; In a poem about inheritance, a Crown Derby service divides a family: "six cups each, the teapot to the eldest, the question of the cream jug unresolved for thirty years"; The density of Crown Derby's patterns — cobalt, iron red, and gold packed into every centimetre — suits poems about excess and the refusal to leave beauty unaugmented; A poem about a charity shop find might describe a Crown Derby saucer, its pattern still vivid: "the gold barely worn, the red still singing — someone's best, now priced at a pound."