Raspberry TeaA Poem by Hayley
Inspiration partially owed to e.e. cumming's The Cambridge Ladies. Just an experiment, really.
My throat is a pot of tea
Boiled black like raspberry
With all the sweetness of a sunday
(Floating leaves floating ashes)
Sipping in their feathered hats
The church ladies never felt the cold
Flighting at a misgiving’s call
Carrying only their empty cups
(Little cakes and delicate gloves
For delicate situations)
Yet when my spoon clanged
They reeled like their candied laughs
“Pour me another”
And I stained their pearls
© 2012 Hayley
Shelved in 5 LibrariesAdded on February 26, 2012
Last Updated on March 5, 2012
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