Angel's cuppa tea...

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

Author's Note

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

Reviews

[Jack...]

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

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Wonderfully dark write, Frieda. Might have to check the tea next time, cause I'm a sucka for a good cup. Lol

[redflutterby]

Hmm... sounds like he was taken in by a black widow...in this case with an flowery poison not venom. Or possibly he got what he had coming from an angel he mistreated terribly. Either way this is pure poetic toxicology. Ha...