Twill and Tea
Response to Mimsy's Prompt. For C, the Lady Leaf of my tea.
Golden bone of monkey, herring and needle tooth of hounds and skin of shark flowering of gunpowder, bergamot and mint, melon seed cloud of lotus and silk foulard, surah, cavalry and drill. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Leaves unfold in coalescing ceremonies of memory and becoming in cooling cups held warm in hands with fingers interlaced like twill to loom like The Agony of the Leaves. Us, alone together, grown together, lapped on the sea of time and sung to the time of tea in giving up parts of our plural selves to the water, this plural tea, ‘twill coalesce. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Really not happy with this in many ways (not least because um...you can like...hear me...), but....here 'tis anyway...