Angel's cuppa tea...

Angel's cuppa tea...

A Poem by Frieda P

She folded over the wildflowers,
   as a proper napkin sitting in her lap
pristine setting of china rose tea
    sipping daintily beneath her eyes
extra sugar in her brewed unraveling
poison of his cup
  was as profoundly robust as he
felt the toxicity of his words, 
  as he hit the floor she curtsied
knowing full well the only antidote
   was her desperate release to hell
Angel's Trumpets blared in perfect sync




© 2014 Frieda P


Author's Note

Frieda P


Angel's Trumpets is a deadly wildflower....catpcha ~ bemoaner

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How can something written so beautifully be so very dark in nature. Indeed nature does harness so much darkness often offered in such vibrant and wonderful colors. Enticing the wanderer to partake of this beauty until they realize the sweet nectar is pure poison...

Frieda your poetry is always amazing to me...always luring me into your world

Posted 10 Years Ago


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What a lovely understated expression of revenge Frieda.. I am always going to stay on your good side... and make sure I drink none of your tea... what a line: "sipping daintily beneath her eyes
extra sugar in her brewed unraveling" Frieda, you don't need Vinny or Gio when you have Angel 's tea.. :-p
~~redzone

Posted 9 Years Ago


he got his....yay...

i could just see the look on her face as he fell over...reminds me of the end of "The Fury" with Amy Irving..."you go to hell" she said as his head blew off.

here it is more understated with the poison, nevertheless...potent.

Posted 10 Years Ago


What an irony, Angel's Trumpets would be poisonous. Who knew?! Not I. It works with and without that tantalizing piece of information. How intelligent and seductive this piece is....love it! Thank you very much for sharing it with us, my deadly writing friend!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Men use force women use poison. Colorful imagery.

Posted 10 Years Ago


In this I pictured the falling of an angel who betrayed a brother due to the toxicity and the passive-aggressive nature of his own sayings, how he would often inflict pain yet not get punished because nothing direct was done and your angel finally decided that she's had enough and took justice in her own hands. Well done, this had very lovely illustrations.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Such a dark and beautiful poem, nicely written. ^_^

Kaze~

Posted 10 Years Ago


So dark, yet so stunning a murder.

Posted 10 Years Ago


ahhhhh .. no honey ... i can't make it for coffee ... maybe some other time ... OK??? ;)

you weave such intricate beauty with such hidden venom ... damn Frieda ... you rock ... with scorpions under them :0
i do beware ... another treat of a poem ...
"Take me to the River" has roots that go back much farther than Al Green in '74 to me ... have to go look up Angels Trumpets now ...
E.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ha this made me actually laugh out loud E...I'd only put pure sugar in yours dear. ;-)
Bitter sweet always comes back home lol:) Loved it:)))))))))))))))))))))))

Posted 10 Years Ago


Wow...beautifully dark...bloody loved it!!! :) x

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Tags: wildflowers, poison, proper, Angel's Trumpet, antidote

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Frieda P
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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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