Summer Tea Party
by Theresa C. Gaynord
Dainty teacups accommodate the civil tongue
as azure cornflower petals are dispersed
amidst rich twinings of expertly blown
A private word in the corner of the dining
room illuminated by a cherubim candelabra
gives insight to destiny, a future in tea leaves
among the triggers of family jewels.
Bare shoulders as silken as a pink rose,
conceal the chains of possession,
a maiden's corset,
beneath a careless shrug.
Despite a ferocious wind blowing,
beneath currents of humor
by the cotillion of hand painted
held by debutante elbowed gloves
and the dangerous vague apologies
of unsuitable overwhelmed suitors,
furtive smiles switched sides
and turned coat with progress.
Interesting times we live in.
© 2021 Theresa C. Gaynord
Theresa likes to
write about matters of self-inflection and
personal experiences. She likes to write about matters of an out-of
body, out-of-mind state, as well as subjects of an idyllic, pagan
nature and the occult. Theresa writes horror, as well as concrete
gritty and realistic dramas. Theresa is said to be witch and a poet.
(within the horror writing community).
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