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

[Jolie Blossom]

I can already tell I'm gonna like your writing a lot :). Great poem :)

[zainul]

Wonderful stimulating narrative.
Feel the urge to have a cup of refreshing tea.
Please “Pour me another”

[Mama Topaz]

The last line... classic... love it soooooooo much!

[Audrey Howitt]

I love this on all kinds of levels Hayley--beautifully done!

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

I love this! As I'm reading it I feel like one of those fancy rich ladies just sitting around company drinking tea. Nicely done.

[Tate Morgan]

You sure you didnt spike their tea lol

[Sarah Nicole Nadler]

I like that, its kind of thought-provoking with great imagery of the little old ladies in their lacy white caps and frilly dresses.

[Octob3r Star]

Interesting read.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Well done on placing first my love! x

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

I prefer the new style to the old, not to say that this doesn't have a bit of the Victorian era trapped in it.

brackets, quotation marks, presentation + originality. Me likes you Haley!