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Afternoon Tea
by Nancy Pawley
copyright 08-31-2002


Age Rating: 10 to 127

  Afternoon Tea
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At 2pm precisely I took my favorite seat, an elegant retreat
inside the now defunct St. John's Museum

The gilt-framed picture set before my eyes was one of simple beauty
dutied colors light and shadows dark wipe away the rushing riot of the world

Long-necked swans swim in motions fluid grace, paddling apace
near the tidy thatched-roof cottage built beside the ever-flowing stream

The sidewall chimney's firmly grounded in the fertile earth
as the watermill's splashing mirth moves the grinding-wheel round and round

The stoneworked walls are being climbed by pale-green ivy leaves
Handsome shadetree oaks provide the evening's twilight canopy

My artistic reverie is rudely interupted by the English gentleman,
His knowing smile pans longingly, flashed perfection in his pearly teeth

He loudly reminiscences about his favorite time of day, madly raving
bravely dedicated, ecstasy pouring forth, 'Afternoon's Ceremonial Tea'

He well remembers warm desire, invigorating flavors strongly rich
itching to drink fresh hot cups of Gold Rush Assam Tea

Savoring every mouthfull of Cook's Stem Ginger biscuits
thickly slathered with the best; sliced marmalade laced with whiskey

He transports my weary traveler's heart and we walk the cobbled pathway
Towards the blazing paneglassed homefront, window's candleglow


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06-14-2005 James Shammas    

Yeah, you have an originality of style here at P-n-P. Your writing is dense with rich imagery, nothing wasted or superfluous. One has to take time to read each phrase, but this is what all great literature rquires: careful reading and PARTICIPATION on the part of the reader, almost as co-creator of its meaning and impact. Great job!

Jim


09-04-2002 Aaron Schmookler    

After reading this poem, its words seemed to vanish from my mind. I could only remember the words "Long necked swans" out of the whole thing, but the flavor, the images, the visceral impact remains. Fab.


09-02-2002 William Robbins    

You went on such a vivid journey and took all of us with you. Thank you.


09-01-2002 Bea Sheftel    

I love the flow of words which transported me across your poem and to a different time and place. Thank you sharing your poem.


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