I look out the window and see
you drinking down the stirrup-cup
standing there by the open gate.
And your shining-coat, smooth-gaited
horse fidgets at the sound of the sea
that echoes in my hollow-cupped
hands wrapped round a cooling teacup
as you ride away through the gate
down the lane that leads to the sea.
See the loving-cup spilled at the gate.
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Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Teacup
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3 comments:
Ah, so sad! An empty, spilled goodbye?
Beautiful and bittersweet! Thanks for participating in Poetry Friday at PoetryforChildren this Halloween! Stop by any time...
Sylvia
This is so poignant. There is a spooky qulaity to it.
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