Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Tea, in Georgetown, 2006 (Poem 260)

It was perfect, sitting across from 
her, hazel eyes bright, focused
on a tiny cup of Devonshire 
cream    tea in an eggshell-fragile 
room, silver fluttering like birdsong
against porcelain, fairy vases 
of violets smiling back at us from 
their Baby's Breath bowers   her deft 
fingers, used to small work, barely 
able to grasp tea cup handles small 
as mouse ears    we laughed 
self consciously, aware of 
our self-aware self-awareness, 
and complicit in our crimes against 
the more civilized aspects of society

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six