Afternoon Tea

the clamber of wind chimes

in gale force winds

the sun weaves between

curtains as they billow

in and out

and in and out again

the kettle boils slowly

as I wait for my tea

the malcolm mug smiles smugly

as i push it aside

waiting for a better opportunity

I think I’ll choose the blue wren mug

sunday is no day for politics

 

 

Copyright October 2016

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