Raspberry Tea

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

Author's Note

After a long while, this is what came out.
(Hint: Grammatical imperfections in this context are intentional)

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Oh this made me smile with the memories of my Grandmother and her friend having their weekly tea at church with there raspberry colored lipstick crooked and with powdered doughnuts residue on their lips..lol.. I love this and welcome back..xo

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh my prayers are answered... how delightful to see you writing again...
This was quite humorous actually... I think this is also indicative of how so called "society" can be shaken by anything not acceptable in their world but is really needed to make the world truly spin.

[Julia Mancini]

Very nice poem! I loved the imagery!
The only thing I would say is to look at the grammar a bit. Capitalize Sunday, and I think a few commas are needed. You are the author, and it is your piece, so all revisions are for you to make.

[Coyote Poetry]

Tea and church ladies. Can lead to good conversation and thoughts. A nice vision create by your words in the poem. A outstanding poem.
Coyote