Tea
Wonderland Poetry Prompt Challenge Day 1
The delicate floral -
tiny blushing buds and spearmint leaves,
wrapped around the edge of it
like lace from a vintage gown
worn to church on a Sunday.
The China was thin,
fragile as fingerbones
and yet it tinged
like steel
when it met it's saucer.
A small tiny chip
rested on the silver lip of it
a testimony to it's well loved age,
and the many hands that have held it.
I brew a strong pot
of Earl Grey
and chuckle at the paradox -
southern bumpkin American girl
has taste for gentleman's steeped sophistication.
It smells of home
the burgamot hugging my aches
where I have been chipped - like this cup.
I sip.
I savor.
and I remember,
what my great grandmother always said,
etched into this cup
from the fingers who anxiously
traced her lace before me
"There is nothing that cannot be solved
by a good cup of tea"
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Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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