Afternoon Tea

Afternoon Tea

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(support mental health illness)

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she sits uneasy, her tormented
expression haunted by ghosts
whose constant calls poke sharps
with their speaking in hurt ears

her once flawless skin now pallid
no sign of expected tears, a light
breeze blowing in unkempt hair,
strands caught in a dark collar

it's been many years since a genuine
smile lit up her once beautiful face,
where a trace of mischief would 
settle on a smattering of freckles

when her laughter spilled into spring
air, chuckling like a waterfall 
trickling down an English wooded 
hillside into a fresh cool stream

her long locks, the colour of ripened 
corn in farmer's fields ready for
harvest, kind eyes resembling liquid
chocolate flecked with gold leaf

and the sound of her voice, runny
like honey on buttered toast, warm
for the tasting, deliciously sweet, so
perfectly lovely, amusing and funny

for a moment i thought i heard the
rustle of her goth silk layered skirt,
sound of jangling assorted jewellery
as she twirled in black lace gloves

..........................................

no sugar for me she said as we 
shivered by the riverside cafe in the
usual signs of winter's cold calling

© 2020 Chris Shaw


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oh my God, this stanza....

her long locks, the colour of ripened
corn in farmer's fields ready for
harvest, kind eyes resembling liquid
chocolate flecked with gold leaf

all of the description in this....I was there having tea with the two of you, sorry for the intrusion.
But yes, when this happens, and there is only the shell of what once was a vibrant, sharp life.'
This is so sad...and this is one of your very best.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thanks Jacob. You would be welcome to join us for tea anytime. Thank you for such a great review.read more



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Such powerful writing, with popping description (mind-blowing description!) to tell a tragic everyday story . . . it happens to those not afflicted with mental illness, too. With garden variety old age, when the spark dulls and we are left to visualize this person's vivacity from a different era. I'm reminded of how we look at an old person's wrinkled expressionless face & still see a youthful spirit within (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Margie for your very encouraging review. Greatly appreciated.

Chris
I hold back tears as I remember visiting my mother in the nursing home...her body still alive...her mind not so much. You have touched me deeply with this beautiful write my friend. ~Sharon

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Sharon. Sometimes we have to endure such sadness that is beyond our control. Take care dea.. read more
dearest Chris... so like a dozen Roses .. each one representing the phases of life... feeling the spray of a waterfall and the placid calm of a Lilly Pond. We gather our rose buds while we may... charmed by sharing a Cup of Tea. Painting a picture to capture the beauty of once upon a time she twirled in a black lace gown. tenderly, Pat

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

She did indeed twirl in black silk and lace and very lovely she looked as well. I remember the good .. read more
Wow, you truly described this well in an extremely creative way. Beautifully captured yet sad.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Dear Sue, thank you for your thoughts. Have a great weekend.

Chris
Ladysue

3 Years Ago

Your welcome. Have a wonderful weekend too..
Beautifully descriptive , words that sing and a life still beautiful in spite of its challenges , memory too ...

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you dear Moon. Keep safe and keep well. Good to see you.

Chris
This was like being transported to the scene. Very descriptive in the most vivid way. Beautifully done!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you for your visit Jess and for the friend request. Pleased to meet you.

Chris
Human deterioration is, to me, repulsive and profoundly sad.
You capture it all too well, Chris.
A gorgeous portrayal of genuine horror.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Jimmy for your continued support. All good things.

Chris
Beautiful descriptives
I enjoyed this
Alas we will all age and are aging
We still the same old girl boy we used to be

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Julie. Long time no see. Hope all is good and you are keeping safe and well.

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The old the better. You described that special person so endearingly... It shows how passionate you are for that special one. Love your emotional note... Really....

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Dear Sima, she is loved for sure and I am pleased you noticed that. Many thanks for your visit.
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"No sugar" she is done with the sweet things in her life. Now all that's left is a bitter life just like her tea.
I especially love how you described her voice with all those many adjectives.

Well done Anne.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you my friend for your visit and read. Many thank yous.

Chris

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