Raspberry TeaA Poem by HayleyInspiration 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
© 2012 HayleyAuthor's Note
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Added on February 26, 2012Last Updated on March 5, 2012 AuthorHayleyOHAboutI'm a 21-year-old undergraduate college student majoring in business. I'm not on the cafe as much as I would like to be. Don't be a stranger. Side note: I do not rate writing. This is eye-op.. more..Writing
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