a cup of tea–dVerse Poetics I

 

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a cup of tea

grandmother cradles her favorite tea-cup—
the orange painted flowers fading now
like memories
like poppy petals swirling of a windy evening

gauzy curtains flutter in the breeze
filtering thoughts of years long gone
of faces forgotten
of a lover’s touch
of hope now crushed

outside, alone, a child plays
wispy curls dancing like leaves
in the zephyr

a dog howls
echoes grandmother’s fear
echoes grandmother’s longing

alone she sits
clasps still the cup
with painted orange flowers, takes a long slow sip
of tea, now tepid

Photo: Pinterest

Claudia is offering a fun prompt at dVerse Poetics , asking us to be story-tellers, using one of a number of subjects in the story. This is my first link, using “a  cup painted with orange flowers.” Okay, it’s not a fun poem, so I will be posting a second one to a different subject. Make that subjects. Stop by and see what others have come up with.

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