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

[Charlie]

I missed your writing. It's intense, short, eloquent, beautiful, and clever. Originality at its finest. :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Quirky and great fasination! x well done, goood read.

[An owl on the moon]

Your stunning metaphors work a sort of magic on the mind... Painted with darker hues, the world awakens steeped in the softness of comfortable teas, with the acidic waters holding a measured cup of tears... How I wish this were the first page of a novel.. I wouldn't put it down..

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

oh wow, Hayley, this is awesome.

[Muse]

It's hard being perfect in situations such as this. It's makes me think about the times I had growing up...sitting with fellow adults..told to take my elbows off tables..sit up straight..afraid I was to make a noise.

You created a candid tale laced with humor and charisma...I loved it.

Muse

[Kenneth The Poet]

A vivid look at the hypocrisy of small-minded people who should enjoy their small things. Too bad their small minds just others so harshly. Nice work throughout and at the end.

[BlueDreams]

Very sweet and intriguing poem .. I liked very much .. :-)

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the way you uniquely use these words. Sometimes church women can be a bit snotty. I am lucky that most at my church aren't formal and propper. They are a little more down to earth and understanding.

[Emily B]

this is such an intriguing piece of work, my youngest loves her tea parties

[Stammers]

wow... I picked up on no grammatical errors. Doesn't that say something? *ahem*

(Floating leaves floating ashes) - stunning.

(Little cakes and delicate gloves/ For delicate situations) - perfect. cutting. perfect

I've just put Mrs Dalloway down. So obviously I'm projecting that onto this, the reference to ashes, 'never felt the cold' makes me think of WW1. The upper class that prevailed still after it. I am not familiar with the Cambridge Ladies, so I am going to be a bit off whack with that relationship to it, but its what it has emoted.

Either way, this was fantastically written. Your ending is beautiful, I can see several takes of what has happened - a presence weighing down on their fantasy world, a literal hurling of the raspberry tea... enlighten me?