Rituals

The lawn of the Estate

rolled in green for what seemed miles,

falling off to the edge

where the cliff crashed into the surf.

The house stood opulent

with doors and windows open

tea party spilling out on the lawn.

Dainty cups and saucers paper thin

that royalty would share

a Doulton design.

Little girls in fancy frocks

and shiny black shoes

white ankle socks falling down.

They sat at little tables with tea poured

with added milk a must waiting

to select scones with Devonshire cream

While the sun and surf cast

Luminous shadows and spray.