tea time
One tea dance too manyin a twenties themed café
peroxide twirls and curls
a clara bow for lips
little dainty sips
from a porcelain tea cup.
A tinkle on the joanna
a crooner barely heard
as ladies laugh and titter
over scintillating sounds.
A subterranean venue
into palm fringed parlours
crocodile handbags
filled with dainty,
crusts removed
of egg and cress,
teatime appetisers.
A smidgen of cake
darjeeling if you please
a little appertif
and a lace edged handkerchief
dabbing at the smudges
and hiding of the crumbs
a pigeon of conversation
to savour all the week.
tea time in the suburbs
a little après midi
a soupçonné to titillate
like popping candy
and caviar a peck of garnish
on a plate,
ladies of the afternoon
will wend their way back home.
Poetry by Elle

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Written on 2021-11-28 at 16:09




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