teatime in the white room

Brilliant poem by a brilliant poet. Makes me feel like I just fell into Wonderland. (Pour a bit of wine into my teacup, please.)


the teacups were so small
but not as small
as the table and chair I sat upon
with my newfound
furry friends who chattered
nonstop and laughed
like animated mice

I sat pretty as you please
thumb and forefinger
holding up the flowery teacup
pinky sticking straight up
and smiling like a lunatic
at my mysteriously
fabulous companions

march two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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